“I got the key.” She whispered, holding up the key to the shackle. This caused a smile to stretch across his face.
Helen leaned down and passed him off the steak knife. She then unlocked the shackle and pulled it free from his ankle.
“What’s going on here?” A frowning Wicked looked from Helen to Te’Qui. She nearly leaped out of her skin, hearing her nephew’s voice boom at her back. She and Te’Qui were so engrossed in what they were doing that they didn’t hear the maniac creep up on them.
Helen whipped around wearing a guilty expression, looking like a child that had gotten caught with her hand inside of a cookie jar. Te’Qui’s heart was beating so fast that it feels like it was about to explode inside of his chest. All he could do was stare into the mad man’s eyes and wonder what was goi
