"What are you—" I began, but my words cut off as the first of the ghostly hands wrapped around my wrist, its touch cool but solid as it held me in place. "Insurance," Xül murmured, satisfaction evident in his tone as more of the hands materialized, some moving to my other wrist, some sliding along my sides, others tracing patterns across my back. "My own personal army," he murmured, breaking through my thoughts, watching as one of the spectral hands traced the curve of my hip. "Ready to hold you down while I have my way with you."
