Misato grabbed a knife from the kitchen. Cut the ropes around my wrists first. Then my ankles.
The ropes fell away. Blood rushed back into my hands so fast it hurt. Pins and needles shot through my palms and up my forearms. I flexed my fingers, watched red marks circle my wrists like bracelets burned into the skin.
"She's going to destroy you," Misato said. Quiet. Final.
"Or I'll destroy her." I pushed off the couch. My legs didn't want to cooperate. I caught myself on the armrest, knuckles white. "Either way should be entertaining."
"This isn't a game."
"Everything's a game." I headed for the door. Each step felt like walking on broken glass. Halfway there I stopped. Turned my head just enough. "Thanks for the warning. About Blair's plans. Could've just told me instead of the whole kidnapping thing, but I appreciate the concern."
Misato didn't respond. The silence sat heavy between us.
I grabbed the door handle.
"Jace."
I looked back fully this time.
