Stay and I’ll not let them take you.” He held out his hand for mine. “I’ll protect you.” “Right. And you think I forgot that you tried to tie me up with a bed sheet yesterday?” “Tie,” he said, holding up one finger. “Not kill. You keep trying to run away, and I don’t like that.” “Most captives don’t like being held against their will. You should know.” “How else do I get you to stay?” His hands balled into fists. I crossed my arms. “Why do you want me to stay?” “Do I need a reason?”
