Logan's POV
Elsa left the room and without wasting time, I picked up the glass of wine with my hands tied up. I poured the wine away on the floor and hit the glass so hard that it broke to pieces.
I picked up one of the sharp pieces of the shattered glass and used it to cut my legs loose. Elsa needed a lesson in tying people up. Who tied a hostage's hand in front? I shook my head. She thought I was so dumb but look at her. Well in this case it was to my advantage, so I couldn't complain. Then, in a less easy struggle, I cut the rope tied on my hands.
My legs felt so numb and painful. They'd been in one position for too long a time. I groaned and began stamping them on the floor lightly to get feeling back into them.
After several minutes, I realized I could stand up so I wobbled my way
