Rhyker’s POV
We crept down the corridor, the dim lights casting long shadows along the stone walls, the silence heavy, broken only by the muffled sounds of guards talking somewhere in the distance.
My senses were on high alert, every instinct tuned to the slightest movement, the faintest sound.
Lyra’s presence at my side steadied me, her quiet strength a constant reminder of what we were fighting for, of the future we were determined to protect.
As we moved, I kept my grip tight on her hand, not just to reassure her but to ground myself in the reality of our situation, to remind myself that this was real, that every step forward brought us closer to freedom.
We reached a corner where the corridor split in two directions, one leading deeper into the stronghold and the other sloping
