Slowly, laboriously, Marc sat up. "If you're determined to make the transition tonight, then we need something sharp and something to tie our hands together."
"Got it. You recover. I'll be right back." Aldara hopped out of bed and ducked into the adjacent bathroom. A few moments later, she returned. "So a knife and some kind of rope." She opened a small cosmetics case and rummaged inside it, coming out with a pair of manicure scissors. "How about these?"