#Chapter 229: Caged Birds

Ella As I sat there, bound to the chair in the dim, grimy garage, I kept pleading with Jet, desperately trying to reach whatever shred of humanity he might have left. Even though my face was streaked with tears and my voice was shaking, I kept sobbing, pleading, begging him to see reason. “Jet, you have to see logic here,” I said. “You don’t have to do what they’re telling you to do. You’re your own person; I know you don’t want this. I can see it in your eyes.” Jet’s eyes narrowed, and he turned away, not saying a word. His posture was resolute, but I knew better. I could see the cracks in his facade starting to form already, especially at the mention of his daughter. His eyes, at first so cold and calculating, flickered with something that resembled understanding, or perhaps even regret. But the clock was ticking, and if Marina had been correct, Logan would be here soon—and he would be walking to his death. I needed to stop this before it was too late. “You don’t ha