[Now what was he to do? He hadn't brought the cuffs in with him because he had thought -- stupidly -- that she would appreciate the freedom he had offered her enough that she would not try to retaliate against him. Something twists in his chest as he drops her to pick up the knife. For a long moment, he just stands there, looming over her.
And then, he strides to the window, forces its lime-ridden hatches open, and throws it outside. When that is done, he shuts the window with a hard sound of metal on stone. His men would ask him about it in the morning, no doubt.
Ren offers her one last baleful, venom laced stare before he stalks back to his bed to return to sleep. In no universe would she be able to lift anything heavy enough to bludgeon him to death, and she had no chance of wriggling out of the room with her arm in a sling.
Sleep would not come, too sick with rage and paranoia, but he did not speak to her again.]
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And then, he strides to the window, forces its lime-ridden hatches open, and throws it outside. When that is done, he shuts the window with a hard sound of metal on stone. His men would ask him about it in the morning, no doubt.
Ren offers her one last baleful, venom laced stare before he stalks back to his bed to return to sleep. In no universe would she be able to lift anything heavy enough to bludgeon him to death, and she had no chance of wriggling out of the room with her arm in a sling.
Sleep would not come, too sick with rage and paranoia, but he did not speak to her again.]