Randall slowly drew the knife in a semicircle under one of Claire’s breasts, causing the homespun fabric to fall away and expose her flesh. His knife pressed harder, puncturing the fabric and creating a tiny spot directly over her heart, while his other hand pinched her nipple savagely, making her wince. He had been holding his breath but now exhaled slowly, his eyes fixed on hers. He reached for his belt, but before he could do as intended, Claire focused on her magic to free her bound hands. The ropes loosened, allowing her to break free.