Winter of the White Wolf (Noble Heart Book 4) by Griffith Cynthia

Author:Griffith, Cynthia [Griffith, Cynthia]
Language: eng
Format: mobi
Published: 2013-11-01T04:00:00+00:00

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CHAPTER NINE

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Escape!

Noble wasted no time. He quietly set the chair down and sat. The ropes on his legs had loosened but it still took several minutes to work them down and around his ankles. At last, he was able to step out of his bindings. Now to reach the knife in his boot! Noble crossed one leg over the other knee and brought his foot as close to his hand as he could. The ropes tying his wrists to the chair cut in further as he strained against them, stretching, reaching for the hidden knife.

His finger tips barely reached the top edge of his boot but somehow he managed to get them inside and into the leather sleeve sewn into the boot. They touched the hilt of the knife and pressed into the smooth bone handle. Little by little Noble managed to inch the knife out until finally he could get a good grasp on it and slide it out of his boot.

Carefully he turned the knife in his hand until the blade was facing inward and he could slide it under the loops of rope that bound his wrist to the chair. He flexed his hand, putting as much pressure on the rope as he could with the sharp edge. He managed to nick his wrist with the tip of the knife once, but he ignored the spot of red that appeared and began to drip onto the floor and kept working at his bindings. One by one the strands of rope began to break until finally, with one last mighty effort he sliced through the final loop and his wrist was free.

A moment more and he had loosened the ties that bound his upper body to the back of the chair and he was able to fully move his arm and cut the rest of the rope. Noble stood up and stretched his aching muscles. He wiped the blood from his wrist and hand and ripped a piece of sheet to tie around the wound.

He silently went to the window and looked out. Clouds were rolling in once more, blotting out the early dawn’s promise of sunshine. Noble looked down to the courtyard, trying to measure with his eyes the distance to the hard surface below. He gathered up the pieces of rope that were scattered now on the floor and began tying them together.

When he was finished knotting the rope he looked at the long length he now held in his hands. It would get him most of the way down, he was sure, and hopefully he could drop the rest of the way and not break his leg or crack his skull. It depended on what he could tie the rope to, he supposed.

Noble looked around the room. There was nothing on the window itself to which he could tie the rope. The chair was too light and would not hold his weight. The only other thing was the bed. It would do, but it was several feet away from the window.

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