Chapter 51
Maggie
Jay stood in front of me, panting, the knife clutched in his hand.
“You’re bleeding.” His shirt was torn where Alfonso had cut him; blood had already soaked through the material.
He ignored me. “Here.” He knelt in front of me and grabbed my wrists. He was so close. I wanted him to look at me, but he wouldn’t. He sliced through the zip tie with the knife.
I rubbed my wrists. “Thank you.”
His eyes finally met mine. There was so much to be said, so much that I wanted to know. He’d lied for me, and now he was saving me from Ting. No ‘thank you’ could be enough.
“We need to go,” he said. “Before Simon gets here.”
He helped me stand. My legs were shaky and I grabbed onto his forearms. He smelled of blood, sweat, and vanilla soap. “Jay—” I didn’t know what I wanted to sa
