![]() ![]() Vane strained again against the sharpened cord that held his hands tied together above his head, secured to a thin limb, as he hung precariously from an ancient cypress tree over some of the darkest, nastiest-looking swamp water he'd ever seen. Instead he continued to apologize for causing their deaths. I'll get us out of this."įang didn't hear him. ![]() He took a deep breath, trying to ignore the severe pain of his wrists. Every time he got close to raising his body up to the limb over his head, his brother started talking, which broke his concentration and caused him to fall back into his hanging position. His arms ached from the strain of lifting two hundred pounds of lean muscle up by nothing more than the bones of his wrists. Vane Kattalakis ground his teeth as he fell back from trying to pull himself up. I swear didn't mean to get us killed like this." ![]()
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