“You gagged him,” Jocelyn said in an incredulous tone as she stared at a very pissed-off and perplexed Gabriel on the bed. Not only was he gagged by what looked like a rolled-up sock, but his wrists were also bound by rope on his abdomen.
Next to her, Daphne shrugged nonchalantly. After she had stepped inside the house, it was evident that her sister had found the time to refresh herself by washing her face and changing her shirt. She looked marginally better.
“How else did you expect me to make sure he didn’t make a sound? Was I supposed to kiss him?”
No. Definitely not that, Jocelyn thought, even though she didn’t want to analyze too much why that idea displeased her.
“You were just supposed to make sure he didn’t make a sound to alert Leland to his presence.”
Daphne swept a hand in
