TATIANA I struggled against his hold. "Let go of me, you psychotic bastard." "Stop," he said, his voice cracking. "Just… stop. Please." I went entirely still. The word *please* sounded foreign coming from him, like a prayer from a devil who’d forgotten the script. He tilted my face upward, his rough thumb brushing my temple. Sharp pain flared through my skull. A dark bruise was already blooming where the kidnappers had slammed me into the car frame. "Don't play the savior," I choked out, jerking away from his touch. "I don’t need your pity party." "I’m not comforting you," Kain rasped, thumb freezing on my skin. The second his fingers met the swollen injury, his entire demeanor flipped like a switch. The dark amusement vanished. A freezing, lethal calm settled into his eyes. "Which one of them touched you." My breath hitched. On pure instinct, my gaze flicked over his shoulder to the dead kidnapper sprawled on the pavement. Kain followed my line of sight. He stared at the cor
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