She tore one of the knives from her jeans and glanced across at him. Energy burned through her and into the knife, and the blade went scooting across the darkness. She kept it low to the ground, only half watching Walter.
When the knife reached the table, she quickly cut the ropes binding Ethan's legs and right arm. The other arm she left, not wanting to risk Walter spotting it before Ethan actually woke.
Ethan, can you hear me? You have to wake up. You have to help me.
Awareness again stirred, along with pain. Tears stung her eyes, and she blinked them back quickly. What in the hell had Walter done to him?
Walter cast something else into the flames. They leapt high, burning almost black. Energy crackled, raising the hairs along her arms and the back of her neck.
The keening grew more frantic. Bliss's hands were clenched and tears tracked down her cheeks, glinting silver in the fire's strange light.
