The door clicked, and her father returned with a roll of silver tape in his hands. He knelt beside me and tugged my hands free then drew out a length of tape with a rush of tearing adhesive. Cassie’s eyes widened. “Is that necessary?” Her father gave a gruff, “Aye, it is.” Her mother raised a hand. “I just want to get a few things straightened out. This man, Riordan, is that right? You’re calling him yours. Does he share the sentiment?” No, I fucking didn’t. Cassie gave a sorrowful shake of her head. “And he’s unconscious because?” “I knocked him out a little bit.” Her mother took a steadying
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