Chapter 36

**Kaelen

Gwen was, indeed, belted by the wrists to the headboard of an old wrought iron bed frame. The frame was completely bent out of shape by now from her struggles and possibly from age. I decided I’d need to drop some more money at the front desk to cover the damage when I saw the deep ruts scraped into the floor.

“Gwen,” I growled, coming over to her side of the bed.

Her eyes widened and she