The cuffs had been likewise stuffed beneath the mattress, waiting. Her arm lay atop the blanket, hand curled into a fist. He snapped one stop round her left wrist before she knew what had happened. Locked the other around his very own limb and they were a finished deal. Her elbow jerked back and smacked into his arm. Her fist flew at him, the one she’d bruised bashing Neil. He caught it midflight earlier than she could do herself any in addition damage.
“What are you doing!” she screeched.
“Noise, Roslyn. ”
“What are you doing?” She tugged hard on the sudden, unwelcome connection between them. Lips drawn back, enraged.
“You didn’t think I’d just let you run loose?” He didn’t smile, saved it matter-of-fact. “Ros, you did assault me. And I am maintaining you in opposition to your will. ”
