| Tied Up In Knots

𝐌𝐈𝐋𝐀𝐍 

Three minutes later, Lucian reappeared, dressed in a pair of black cotton shorts and a fresh T-shirt. His muscular neck was gleaming with droplets of water, and he smelled like the body wash I used earlier, confirming my guess about the shower.

Crouching in front of me, he deftly untied my ankles and then walked around to untie my arms. "Let's go," he said, grabbing my elbow to pull me to my feet. "You can use the bathroom, and then I'll feed you."

He led me to the bathroom, and I walked alongside him, too shocked to think about another escape attempt. "Go on," he urged, giving me a push when we got to the bathroom. I stepped inside, deciding not to question my good fortune.