When Nicky finally came to groaning consciousness, he found himself securely tied and bound to a sturdy tree trunk. In order to keep peace and quiet, Damien generously provided a gag as well. To April’s surprise, Damien gave her ample time to dress down and slip beneath the sheets of the bed, then blew out the candle and joined her. In the faint light she could just make out her husband’s bare-chested figure as he got into the far side of the large bed. He moved stiffly, obviously suffering from the wound in his arm. Softly she asked, “Are you all right?” Damien made an affirmative noise. “Just a little sore.” After a moment of silence, he asked her, “Do you regret coming with me?” April didn’t answer immediately. She knew she had no choice, but so far, Damien hadn’t been anything like she’d expected. “I think we can help each other,” she replied, not willing to commit herself more than that.
