Chapter Four
Grigori whistled a happy little folk tune as he carried Tanya’s clothes down the hallway. She had tried to fight him, as he had known she would, and she’d actually been a bit better at it than he’d expected. Not that it had made any difference in the end, aside from presenting him with a little more of a challenge, which had been pleasant in its own way. Now she could be left alone to contemplate her situation and nurse her pain. She ought to be in a very fragile state of mind by the time he went back for her.
He owed a lot to that doctor who had spent so much time teaching him where to find all the pressure points and nerves that could be struck or pressed to break a woman’s resistance without seriously injuring her or even marking her very much. Too bad that the man had be
