Winston's Pov
I was yet to fathom how Jameson and his men had slipped away unnoticed. Suspicion hung heavy in the stale air, and I knew someone within the guards had betrayed us. Frustration etched lines on my face as I confronted the bewildered guards. "None of you saw anything? No whispers, no clandestine meetings?" I demanded, my eyes darting from one face to another.
The guards shifted uncomfortably, their expressions a mix of fear and confusion. Jameson was a cunning adversary, but I refused to believe he outsmarted them without an insider's help. No response came from them and it increased my rage. "Perhaps someone took a bribe," I uttered, nervously, glancing around as if the culprit might reveal themselves.
My patience wore thin. "We can't let Jameson's treachery go unpunished.
