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It wasn’t the first time he had spent time in handcuffs. Heck, it wasn’t the first time since joining the 118.
Usually, if he was in handcuffs, it was either because he’d screwed up or because Athena was pissed at him for some reason. Okay, usually a deserved reason, but he was allowed to be bitter about it.
But right now, hands cuffed behind his back, head aching from being blitzed, he wasn’t bitter. He wasn’t even angry.
He was terrified. He was absolutely terrified. Because it wasn’t just him being held hostage in his apartment.
Christopher was there too.
