Nora's POV
The ground was a mess of debris. My binding chain, assaulted by my various attempts, finally snapped when I brought a heavy stone down on the weld connecting the chain to the ankle shackle for what felt like the hundredth time.
Sweat had plastered my hair to my face. My hands and the area around my ankles were, naturally, bloody.
But there were clearly no medicines in the warehouse to treat my wounds.
Moreover, there was no time to lose. I didn't know how long my long list of food names would delay Dewey. He didn't seem like the kind of man who would bend to a woman's will, especially since I wasn't his girlfriend or bedmate; I was just a prisoner he was using to hurt Kade.
So, I immediately grabbed an iron rod, destroyed the lock on the iron door, then wrapped the outer ch
