Georgia's POV
"Madam, wake up."
A whisper jostled me awake, fingers shaking my arm like an alarm.
My eyes blinked open to Katie's small face bending over me, and Amara working fast at the ropes. The coarse knot at my wrists gave with a soft snap; my legs felt wonderfully light as the bindings came loose.
"You!" I hissed, but Amara clapped a hand over my mouth and shook her head.
"I had no choice. I was forced to do it," she mouthed, voice urgent. "I stole a crew's phone while he slept. I called the police, told them where my parents are. They'll come. I returned the phone so nobody suspects. I heard them earlier about you planning an escape. Your husband owns a maritime company, right? You must know how to get off this ship."
Relief hit like warm sun through storm clouds. "Yes," I breathed. "Thank you."
She only shrugged, eyes hard. "I didn't do it because of money or anything like that. I did it so my parents live. That woman threatened me. Please lead the way."
