Zara’s POV
I watch as Henry unties my bonds and removes the collar. He tosses me a set of decent clothes and turns his back, giving me the privacy to change out of this revealing outfit.
He shoves me into the wardrobe to hide, then summons a maid and creates a loud commotion, making sure they are overheard.
Later, in the dead of night, when everyone but the guards is asleep, he pulls the wardrobe open. He thrusts a pack registration certificate and a property deed into my hands. Leading me to the window, he points to the dark plains outside.
“The guards are changing shifts. You have a one-minute window. Go, now.” His eyes burn into mine.
I nod, giving him one last look before I leap. As I fall, moonlight spills over me. My flesh and bones crackle, snapping and reforming at a blinding
