Luckily, I was double-jointed.
I worked my cuffed hands down behind me, bending my arms at an awkward angle until I managed to maneuver them underneath my legs and bring them around to the front of my body.
Much better.
I scrambled up from the chair, my eyes frantically scanning the pristine office for a weapon.
A letter opener.
A heavy paperweight.
Anything.
Nothing.
Everything was either locked away or out of reach, and I knew I had seconds before Drakon or one of his men returned.
"Fck it."
I didn't have time to be careful.
I dropped down, grabbed the thick wooden leg of the armchair with both hands, and kicked hard against the frame with my boot.
CRACK.
The solid wood splintered, snapping off into a jagged, foot-long piece.
The side door suddenly slammed open.
Drakon sto
