He writhed just a little at the sensation, a noise escaping from the back of his throat as his head rolled back. When he looked down at her again, she was watching him with a predatory look on her face— revenge, no doubt, for his own stunt. The muscles in his entire body were tensed, and again he tested her make-shift restraints. But again, they were secure. For magic and bedsheets, they were surprisingly well-tied. Wherever she was planning to take this, he was stuck along for the ride.