CHAPTER 29
Charley wiggled her wrists. Cutler hadn’t loosened the ropes enough to get her hands free, but the more she tugged, the looser they got. She yanked her hands upward, and the ropes scraped against her skin. Charley pressed her lips together. God, that hurt—as if someone was rubbing her hands and wrists with pine needles. She was probably bleeding, and if Cutler saw that, she was in for it.
She glanced over at the cot. Cutler slept. And deeply, if his snoring was any indication. If she could just...Charley bit down on her lip and pulled. Oh! Her right hand came free.
Charley held onto the rope with her free hand, breathing in and out of her nose. She kept her eyes on Cutler. Dear God, don’t let him wake up. All she needed to do was free her left hand, and then maybe she could g
