Ella thought for a moment. The weather was too cold, and if she didn't let him put on clothes, he might freeze to death. So, even if she had to punish him, she'd have to do it in moderation.
After all, he still needed to take her to Elias.
Ella relaxed and let go of the knife.
Mason was too weak to resist, and he let Ella dress him, submitting without a fight.
After he was dressed, Ella smiled brightly, grabbed his hand, and as she reached into his pants pocket, her fingers brushed against a gun.
"So, you brought this thing with you. Well, that's perfect. I like it!" Ella had practiced shooting with Eric before—though she wasn't an expert, it still came in handy when it mattered.
She didn't even need to grab the lamp to hit him over the head—this was already pretty good.
Mason's face turned grim. "Be careful. Don't accidentally discharge the gun."