“Your protective instincts are hot as fuck and I know this is your world, not mine,” he says eventually, his voice just as controlled and even as his movements, twisting and tying the rope into a harness around me. “But I’m not your damsel in distress and I refuse to be the reason you get yourself killed. I got your gun off of you without you noticing, I’ve had blood on my hands, and even before I came fucking unglued, I’ve never had a problem bringing men to their knees.”
