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“Rise and shine, princess!” Soner sing-talked shooting a quick look at the bound and gagged figure of Iris Shilstone in the backseat of his care through the mirror.
Iris’ eyes were slowly fluttering open, her head ached terribly and she was in some sort of sleep paralysis for she couldn’t move her feet or her arms. She groaned in protest but the bindings were tight.
Soner quickly averted his gaze from the road to extend his hand in the back to pull out her gag, as soon as the confinement of her speech was freed, Iris Shilstone started talking and did not stop.
“You son of a bitch.” She hissed through unconfined fury, the events of last night were slowly replaying behind the curtains of her mind and she wanted to kill this blue eyed stranger with her bare hands. f**k.
“Unfortuna
