August 2nd excerpt
Jacob relinquished his death grip on the ropes and aimed the most powerful kick he could at Dean’s arm behind him. He knew very well how little impact his presence could have, and he couldn’t afford for Dean not to know he was there. “Quit for a second, I was almost done!”
By some stroke of luck, the blade hadn’t fallen to the ground when Dean tried to wrench his arm free. It was lodged in the rope Jacob was working on, only about halfway through and wedged among the tight coils. Jacob ignored the muscles clenching behind him and grabbed the small weapon again to renew his process of cutting Dean free.