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I got up from the bed. “Take a nap. You need it,” I said quietly.

She gave me a look but didn’t argue. Reluctantly, she lay down on the bed. I helped adjust the blanket over her body, tucking it around her shoulders.

“How long do you intend to hold me captive? Does Ryan know I’m here?” she asked, her voice edged with frustration.

“I’m not holding you captive,” I said, keeping my tone calm. “Like I told you, I’m just trying to protect you from hurting ...