Jason’s POV
I followed the sound, my heart pounding as I rounded a corner. There she was, slumped against the wall, her face pale and her eyes glassy. She had her hands and legs tied at the ankle and wrist, and she had duct tape over her mouth.
“Oh, God,” I breathed, rushing to her side.
Her head lolled slightly as I knelt down, my hands shaking as I removed the duct tape, and started to look for something to cut off the rope at her wrists and ankle.
Finally, when I was able to get it off, I cupped her face. “Cara, what happened? Are you okay?” I asked.
Cara’s voice was barely above a whisper. “Yes.”
“What happened?” I repeated that.
She hesitated, as if thinking about it, then she started. “Jason… I realized someone was following me.” She said.
I leaned in closer, brushing a
