Ruby’s POV
Time was slipping away, and every second that passed brought Manson closer to walking into a trap.
I needed to get out.
I had spent hours mapping out every possible escape route in my head. The door was locked and reinforced, but I still had one advantage over the guards outside.
They were arrogant. Too confident that I was just a helpless captive.
They hadn’t considered that I knew how to manipulate situations in my favor.
Taking a deep breath, I slumped against the cold stone floor, slowing my breathing. I let my body go limp, making my movements sluggish, as if I were slipping into unconsciousness.
Then, I let out a weak, pained groan.
There was a beat of silence outside, then
“Did you hear that?” one of the guards muttered.
“Probably nothing,” the other replied.
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