ARIA'S POV
The zip tie snapped.
The sensation was immediate and overwhelming....blood rushing back into her hands with the specific burning agony of circulation returning to compressed tissue. Her fingers screamed. Her shoulders, released from the sustained strain of having her arms wrenched behind her, protested the sudden freedom with a deep, grinding ache that made her eyes water.
She had approximately three seconds before Harold registered the change.
She used them.
Her ankles were still bound but the debris fragment she'd been working her foot toward for the last twenty minutes had created enough of a nick in the plastic that when she twisted her legs sharply and simultaneously....the movement costing her a flash of white pain as the plastic bit before it gave the tie snapped at the weakened point.
She was on her feet before Harold turned around.
