Laila’s heart pounded as he instinctively yanked her leg to free her captured ankle, but it didn’t move. It didn’t budge a single inch. The sheer strength of his grip was astonishing. She briefly wondered if she was just that weak or if he was simply that strong, then she opened her mouth. “Um, ahem… hi…?” He didn’t reply. “I’m just telling you this so you don’t misunderstand, but I swear I haven’t done anything to hurt you. All I did was put medicine on your wounds. Oh, and that herb in your mouth? I put it there.”