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“What have you done?” Christian shouted at Ryan. He flexed his muscles against the chains that held him. Kara’s hazy eyes met his. She had lost a fair amount of blood already and needed a doctor. He pulled again at the chains and tested their strength. The metal dug into his flesh, drawing blood.
“She needs a doctor. She’s lost too much blood. Don’t involve her in this. It’s between you and me.”
Ryan’s cool eyes turned on him. “You’re the one that got her involved. If she dies it will be on your conscience not mine.”
“Only because you don’t have a conscience,” Christian growled.
Kara was taken and her wrists chained up between two poles across the room from Christian. She swayed and her knees buckled once.
“Ryan,” she pleaded, her voice weak. “Please, let us go. You’re not like him. You’re not a killer.”
Ryan glared at her and shook his head. He handed the whip to a nearby guard and drew a glistening knife from his boot.
“Ryan, I swear I will exact every mark you make on her body in your own flesh.” Christian roared and wrenched one arm as hard as he could. The metal pole creaked and bent under the strain.
Ryan raised an eyebrow but turned back to Kara, knife in hand. He circled behind her, ducking beneath the chains. Standing in back of her, he wrapped his arms around her neck with knife in hand staring at Christian, a menacing smile on his face. The knife slipped beneath the collar of her t-shirt.
“Leave her out of this.” Christian warned with a growl. Again he pulled with all his might. The other pole creaked and bent to match the other. The hybrid guards stepped closer to him.
With one smooth stroke Ryan cut through the top of Kara’s shirt. Standing behind her, he grasped the two sides and pulled until the t-shirt ripped open at the top, exposing her lower neck and upper chest.
Christian roared, never having felt such rage towards another human being than he did right now.
“Ryan,” Christian repeated. “Let her go, you coward.”
Ryan ignored him. “Kara, I’ll count to three, and if he hasn’t told me where he hid it I will carve my name in your flesh.” His breath made her hair flutter as he spoke.