"Why are you just standing there? Untie me already. I'm serious about being partners, but don't mess around."
Karl grumbled and shoved his phone into his pocket. "Yeah, yeah. Chill."
Without saying another word, he crouched down and started untying Mira's wrists.
As soon as the ropes came off, Mira flexed her fingers, trying to get the blood flowing again. Karl moved in front of her, crouched down, and started untying her legs one by one.
The soft sound of rope sliding against skin filled the silence, but the air between them was tense—not with trust, but with caution.
Mira looked down at Karl, her jaw clenched. Her eyes were red, but focused.
"Fuck... I never thought I'd see the day I'd have to work with a perverted bastard," she muttered. "I don't care how messed up your brain is—I'll find a way to kill you if you're lying."