Dante
Jace is glaring at me sullenly from the other side of the room they’re keeping me in when the first gunshots ring out.
“What the f**k?” he says.
I grin. El’s here. Hopefully with the cavalry in tow. I scrape the stone in my ring over the plastic faster and faster. I’m almost through, and now, I have nothing to lose in Jace seeing me.
“Wait, what the f**k are you doing?” He leaps to his feet.
Out of time. Better hope I sawed enough. I tense my arms and yank.
One of the cuffs snaps just as Jace throws himself at me, his baton raised for another strike. i***t. I use the momentum of the cuffs breaking to swing my right fist forward, directly into his cheek. The blow knocks him off balance just enough that I can drive my elbow into the meat of his bicep—not impressive-looking, but i
