Rosa’s POV
My wrists ached badly from the right restraints and the sharo bite of metal cuffs dug into my skin as the plane ricked slightly in the air. My mouth was dry, my throat sore from screaming every curse I knew at the smug bastard sitting just a few feet away.
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