Chapter 33 I Want Your Eyes
- “Let me go, you piece of dog crap! At least tie a woman up like you mean it.”
- Izzy sat in the metal chair, wrists raw from the zip ties Adrian had finally cut—only to replace them with leather cuffs tied to the table. She flexed her fingers slowly, careful not to let the rage boiling in her chest bleed into her face.
- She had to be colder than him.