"Doesn't sound like there are many other options." Dana shuts the book and tosses it onto the bedside table. "There's just one little snag."

"What?" Alex asks, dreading the answer.

Dana pulls aside the bedsheet to reveal that her ankles are cuffed to the bedframe. "Wanna spring me free?"

Oh. He was expecting something more difficult. Alex's hands form into razor-sharp claws, and he slices the cuffs free.