It could just be a really lucky coincidence, but the optimism spurred by my sudden change of events leads me to call this plot armor.
Wisened by years of experience, I don't sit around basking in the glory of it as Amir and his men fight to restrain the beast. My one hand immediately goes to work on the belt buckle, and although it takes me a bit longer than it would've taken Jack, I'm able to remove the blasted belt that had tied my legs together like a rotisserie chicken.
"Freedom," I sing under my breath as I scramble to my feet. Circulation resumes in my appendages as I hear some whoops and cries in the distance, men approaching to aid in curtailing the griffin.
Turning towards the bushes where Julia and her men still hide despite hearing every word that Amir just said, I smile rather wickedly.
I did give her a fair shot, didn't I? Now it's my turn.
My bottom lip begins to tremble and I clutch my chest as if my heart will give out at any moment.
