Kaija's gaze lowered to her hands. Though the two men who'd beaten her had tried to avoid her face and hands as Gustav instructed — for reasons still unknown to her — there were still some purple bruises on her palms and fingers. Maybe she'd got them when she tried to cover her face and core.
She shot a questioning look at Juho. At this point, she was certain her ex-crush wasn't just a flight attendant, a photographer, a kidnapper, and possibly a dangerous criminal — he was also a world-class actor. The shock on his face was almost too convincing.
"Wow, I almost bought that, Juho," she sneered. "I'll totally watch whatever movie you star in if you ever go into acting."
"What are you talking about?" He frowned, yanking the blanket away from her body.
