Under the Veil I Rule (Amara) novel Chapter 438

Taking her to the bathroom meant untying her. Even though she promised not to run—and even if she did, he could easily catch her—untying and re-tying her was a hassle.

But then he considered it. It had been several hours since he’d knocked her out. She probably really did have to go.

If she ended up peeing in the chair, the smell would be unbearable for him, and even worse for his employer when she arrived later. It was better to just let her go.

He squatted down and began to untie the ropes. “You better not try anything funny,” he grumbled. “Or I’ll have to hurt you.”

Amara nodded, letting him work.

The moment she was on her feet, a wave of pain shot through her body. Her limbs felt like they were about to fall off, and the places where the ropes had been burned with a raw, stinging pain. The skin was probably broken.

She stretched her stiff muscles, her voice sweet. “Thank you. Lead the way.”

The man led her outside. They walked for about a hundred yards to a small alleyway. “Go in there,” he said. “I’ll turn my back.”

He couldn't deny that the girl was gorgeous, and he was tempted. But then he remembered who she was—Mr. Everly’s ex-wife. He couldn't bring himself to disrespect her, so he fought down his urges.

Amara walked slowly into the alley, her eyes scanning her surroundings.

It wasn't so much an alley as a wide, dead-end space, enclosed on three sides by walls. The only way out was the way they had come, where the man was now standing.

Seeing that he had turned his back, Amara crept further in and squatted down, her hands feeling around in the grass.

Her first plan had been to find something short and sharp—a broken branch, an old knife, anything she could hide in her sleeve and use to attack him when he wasn't looking.

But it was winter. The grass was bare, and the ground was clear. There was nothing sharp to be found. There were a few dead branches, but they were too long and thick to be used as weapons.

He didn't really believe her, but curled up on the ground like that, she didn't look like she was capable of causing any trouble.

So what was her game? Was she hoping he’d go buy her some pads?

The absurd thought crossed his mind and was just as quickly dismissed.

What was wrong with him?

Her cramps weren't his problem. Even if she died of pain, his employer wouldn't blame him. He didn't need to get involved.

With that thought, he roughly pulled Amara to her feet. “Knock it off. Let’s go.”