Chapter 5
“DON’T TRY ANYTHING,” I warned as I sliced my shard of glass through the zip tie at Destiny’s feet. I’d cut her wrists free already, figuring I’d be more able to keep an eye on her hands while working at toe level than to dodge an unexpected kick.
“I’m not your enemy,” she answered. She hadn’t moved any voluntary muscles, but her skin twitched beneath my fingers. As if she was afraid I’d cut her...or as if she was planning an attack.
The plastic popped apart and I scrambled backwards. But Destiny just stood there, motionless as a statue. “Can I help the old guy?” she asked after an extended moment of silence.
I rose, gestured to Arthur. “Be my guest.”
Destiny traveled like a wolf even though her pelt wasn’t active. Long legs crossed the space without seeming to touch down be
