“I was only trying to protect you.” Deep down I knew that, but the crushing pain and red-hot anger running through me overshadowed any rational thoughts I may have had. "Well, congratulations, Hendrix. I wasn't kidnapped by the Russian mob and sold into prostitution, so your plan worked." Pulling my legs up, I kneed his thighs to make him release me. He did, and I moved. Once off the bed, I whirled around to face him.
