Defying the Lycan King (Kira and Derek) novel Chapter 204

Chapter 204: Therapy, Not Love

"I can’t let you get away," the older woman whispered, her voice shaking. "He’ll have my head. Please. I can’t."

Kira pressed the sharpened edge of the brush harder against the soft skin of her throat, drawing a frightened whimper from her.

"Listen to me very carefully," Kira said, her voice low and cold. "I’m not playing games. If you don’t comply, I’ll kill you and escape anyway. So, choose wisely. Do you want to be a dead body on the floor while I walk out the front door, or do you want to live and just watch me leave?"

The woman trembled in her grip, her breath coming fast and shallow. For a long moment, she said nothing. Then she exhaled, slow and defeated, and reached down to her waist. With shaking fingers, she untied the small ring of keys fastened there and slowly raised it up where Kira could see.

"Good," Kira said. "Now raise your hands above your head."

The woman obeyed at once.

"Turn around. Slowly."

The woman turned, and Kira kept the broken toothbrush trained on her the whole time, never letting the point waver from her throat.

Kira had always been a survivor. Ever since her days back in Moonfang, she had learnt that if you weren’t the strongest in the room, you had to be the smartest. What she lacked in raw combat strength, she made up for with a burning will to live. That stubborn streak was the only reason she was still breathing today.

"Unlock the chain," Kira ordered.

The woman shuffled forward.

"Carefully," Kira warned. "Don’t try anything foolish. I won’t ask twice."

The woman’s hands trembled so much the keys rattled against the lock. But she finally fitted the key into the silver cuff at Kira’s wrist and turned it. There was a soft click, and the band fell away.

The instant the silver left her skin, Kira let out a breath of relief, her head clearing, and her wrists finally feeling light. She let out a long breath and smiled, scooping the loosened chain up off the floor.

"Now," she said. "Put your hands together. In front of you."

The woman obeyed, defeated. Kira looped the silver chain tightly around her wrists, binding them fast. Then she took the keys herself, crouched, and unlocked the cuffs around her own ankles, freeing her legs at last before wrapping that length of chain around the woman’s ankles too, leaving her bound hand and foot.

When she was done, Kira straightened up and looked at the older woman, sitting trussed on the bathroom floor, and something in her softened just slightly.

"I’m sorry," she said, and she meant it. "For doing this to you. I truly am. But I have to get out of here."

She moved toward the bathroom door, then paused and looked back.

"When your master comes home," she said, "give him a message from me. Tell him that what he actually needs is a lot of therapy and not love."

And with that, she turned and walked out of the bathroom.

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