CHAPTER THIRTEEN
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Take heart, fair days will shine;
Take any heart—take mine!
—Ibid, Act I
“Business?” I all but shrieked as Corbin caressed my thighs. “This is business to you? You have no real idea what business is, do you? Business is—oh, my God! That is not business! That’s a very sharp knife! This is payback from when I held a knife to your noogies, isn’t it?”
Corbin had pulled a dagger from beneath the mattress, the corners of his mouth curving as he bent down over one bound leg. His tongue snaked out and flicked across the crease at the back of my knee. I sat straight up and grabbed his head. “Oh!”
“Oh?”
“Oh! It means . . . oooooh, baby!”
He chuckled and used one hand to free his head from my grasp. “Do I need to tie your hands, too? I thought you’d like them unboun
