Ethan’s POV
My wrists were still bound, the ropes rough and biting against the raw welts I’d earned from my last escape attempt.
I wasn’t sure how much time had passed since the live video feed they’d sent to Dominic. Maybe hours, maybe days.
But through the haze of pain and exhaustion, I’d made a decision.
If Dominic couldn’t come for me yet, I was going to make it easier for him when he did.
I couldn’t just sit here, waiting to be rescued. I had to do something. The guard I’d started watching was different from the others. This one talked. Not much, but enough.
His name was Ryan, and he couldn’t have been more than twenty-five. His voice cracked sometimes when he was nervous, and he always seemed to fidget with the zipper on his jacket.
I caught him humming once, under his breath,
