I’m going to knot one of my shirts, and I want you to bite down on it as hard as you like. If you scream, you’ll draw attention and that’s the last thing we need. “This is going to hurt like a son of a bitch. She had no idea who any of these people were, but Rio continued a steady stream of conversation, ignoring her befuddlement. Diego acts as our medic when Donovan Kelly isn’t around to patch us up, but Terrence is going to set the break for you.” “Take deep breaths, okay? We’re going to help you. Panic was rising swiftly when Rio simply put his hand on her cheekon her and softly caressed. Was this yet another faction who wanted to use her? The people who’d kept her captive knew well her abilities. She glanced nervously between the two men, wondering if this was some kind of trap, though she couldn’t imagine what it could be. He spoke of her abilities like they were the most natural things in the world. The idle curiosity in his voice baffled her. The command in his voice froze her in her tracks. Her pulse exploded and she tried to sit up, but Rio put a hand on her shoulder. “She’s lost feeling in her fingers,” Rio said as if discussing something as mundane as the weather. She tensed when the big burly man closest to Rio hovered over her. He turned his head and nodded at one of the men. “Yes, I can see,” Rio said as he carefully picked up her hand. She centered her attention on her body, paying attention to where she hurt and how it differed from the residual pain of the endless torture she’d endured.
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