Chapter 481 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.”