Thirty-five seconds. That's all I have.
The warrior hung so long on one arm that the muscles stretched and tore to where Rain's arm would come off at any moment.
That's what they want. A one-armed warrior is no use. Not a bad plan. Except now that my arms tore near off, I'm hanging closer to…
Rain faked death one more time as a guard passed the door and peeked in. Perfect. One… Two…
She reached down with her foot. The tip of her shoe touched the stone floor.
Rain could only press hard against the floor with two toes. But it was enough to stop her from spinning.
Six… Seven…
The warrior stood on the tip of one shoe, like a ballerina. She reached with her good arm to the shackle above.
Thirteen… Fourteen…
Grasping the shackle with her good hand. The pain eased in her shoulder when sh
