“Get yourself together,” he rumbled in that rich, low voice, stretching his arms out across the floor, giving me a view of the cuff on his wrist too. That grumpy face stared over at me, annoyed, impassive, and dirt-smudged. But not actually seeming at all pissed off that we were in a fucking room in God knew where after pretty much getting ambushed. I wanted to cry.
