Worth Fighting For
Her heart lurched at the sounds and she started to feel panic build up at the thought of Levi or anyone else being hurt because of her.
She started wiggling her arm again, the fingers of her other hand trying to pry the plastic from her skin. The zip-ties had cut into her skin sharply, causing small pockets of blood to pool around her wrists from her constant struggling.
Despite the obvious danger and threat of the bomb attached to her, she couldn’t help the constant struggling and pulling she had been doing, trying to get free. If she ran quickly enough, she had a chance of escape.
Her ankle was incredibly sore and tender, but she could still hobble on it. Because she wasn’t able to sit or