Kyra woke up with an itch on her leg and her hands on her back. She scoffed, disgruntled, and leaned back against another warm figure. "This is why I need to carry a switchblade with me at all times, Dad," she muttered. Behind her, Dick chuckled softly.
Feeling the bindings on her wrists, she found the material was rough and thick, but was also cold. It was rope, but not a normal rope. It was made of something like steel. Kyra have to look at it to actually see it, though. But for now, she simply sat there, awkwardly tied to her brother, on... what was this? A boat? For once she took in her...
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