Soren snarled and stripped off his shirt. He ripped it into strips, tying Sebastain’s arms behind his back with one. He tied up his ankles with another. The last strip, he tied as a gag in Sebastian’s mouth.
“Now you won’t have to hear him. And if nothing else, it will slow down the amount of air he consumes,” Soren said, tossing Sebastian aside.
He kept muttering through the gag, but I was glad that I couldn’t understand what he was saying.
Thomas grabbed the back of Sebastian’s shirt and pulled him into a corner. He laid down and closed one eye, keeping the other sharply on Sebastian.
Soren came over to me and placed his hands on my shoulders.
“Mila, let me explain… it is a long story, but you deserve to know…”
He spoke in a soft, gentle voice.
I slipped my arms around Soren’s neck and kissed him before he could continue.
Soren grunted and hugged me tighter.
“I don’t care about the past, Soren.”
I pressed my forehead to his, our lips hovering inches apart.