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.

July 31st excerpt:

With that said, he finally slid the last length down to Dean’s hand. Giant, Jacob-sized fingers were curled up, creating a net for him to land safely in. Jacob wasted no time lifting the cuff of Dean’s sleeve as much as he could. Part of it was held down by the ropes.

“Aha!” he said triumphantly, practically diving into the sleeve. There was a blade tucked in between the shirt and jacket, just like Jacob thought. He grabbed the dull edge with both hands and planted his tiny boots on Dean’s wrist to give the hidden weapon a tug. It would be three quarters of Jacob’s length, perfect for sawing at the bindings.

The blade was big, but it was made to slide free with just a flick from Dean’s wrist, making it easy for Jacob to pull it out. The slight tickle against his wrist made Dean twitch under Jacob’s boots, but he didn’t rouse. There was only some slight flexing of those massive fingers before they relaxed.