"Then take these off."
"No."
My heart pounds harder. I test the cuffs again, twisting my wrists slightly. The metal is smooth but unforgiving. There's enough slack that my arms aren't fully stretched, but not enough to sit up or slip from it.
"You can't just decide to punish me like this," I say, anger rising now that the initial panic has faded. "I'm not one of your men."
"I know."
"Then stop treating me like one!." I practically shout
He steps even closer, now he's right beside the bed.
I have to tilt my head back slightly to keep eye contact.
"You walked into danger," he says quietly. "You think I'm going to let that slide?"
"I almost died yesterday."
"Yes."
"And your solution is to restrain me the next morning?"
"My solution," he corrects, "is to make sure you understand that there are consequences."
"For caring about my sister?"
"For ignoring my warnings ."
I glare at him.
"You think cuffing me to a bed is going to magically rewire my brain?"
"No."
