'Taking advantage of his protection.'
Even in the midst of pain and chaos, those were the words he chose to utter when every inch of her seemed to throb with its own misery.
Her throat burned where those brutal fingers had closed around it. Her shoulder ached. And a heaviness had settled over her limbs, as if her body had been crushed beneath some invisible weight, and yet this man—this impossible, merciless man—had fixed upon that.
A doctor, her dazed mind thought. A hospital. He was supposed to summon them, and here he was complaining about being taken advantage of...
Then another reason hit her... he could not take her to the hospital as he was the official missing person. However, he could call an ambulance or ask his loyal men to make the call.
And how strange, she thought dimly, that even now, with pain coursing through her and breath coming only in shallow draughts, the stubborn, indignant corner of her mind still found room to resent the injustice of his words.
