“Please…” I swallowed and grimaced at the burning sensation in my wrists. “Don’t touch me.”
“I must.” She wiped my mouth with a soft, damp piece of cloth, then returned to whatever she was doing to my wrists. “Matthew tied your hands behind your back.”
“Matthew?” I remembered Lucy stalling out. I remembered getting out of the car to stand next to my brother and stare into the engine with no idea what I was looking at. I remembered that sweetish smell and…“Why would he do that?”
“He obeys el Duque, as we all do.”
“Please tell me you’re not talking about de Vivar.”
“I’m sorry, but I am.”
I groaned, and then groaned again, this time in relief when the pressure on my shoulders eased as whatever bound my hands was released. I slumped over on my front and bit back another whimper.