Six
Decisions, Decisions
I try opening my eyes. Once is enough.
“Ah, you’re alive. Good.”
That voice. Enough of a trigger to remind me that wherever I am, it’s not where I thought I would end up this evening.
“Lara, open your eyes.” Number Two does not sound impressed.
“I need water.” I move my right hand up, but it stops abruptly. I move it again, and it stops again. The metal clinking in my ears isn’t from a bracelet, as I rarely wear those.
Handcuffs. A torrent of thoughts rolls through my head: Did Connor and I do something kinky tonight? Was I so blasted, I don’t remember what we were up to after we went shopping? Did I finally say yes to one of his ridiculous role-play s*x games?
I crack my lids, the light overhead way too blue and way too bright. “What’s with the cuffs, Rupe
