A cold sweat prickled Amelia's skin. The figure outside the window, covered in darkness, sent a wave of terror crashing over her. Edgar's men had found them. There was no escape.
Beatrice grabbed Amelia's arm, her eyes wide with panic. "We need to get out of here! Now!"
Amelia nodded desperately, her mind racing. But where could they go? The inn was small, with only one exit – the very same window the figure lurked outside of.
"There's no back door?" Amelia whispered, her voice trembling.
Beatrice shook her head, fear etched on her face. "No. We're trapped."
The door opened to the sound of heavy pounding. The figure outside was impatient, demanding entry.
Her heart pounded hard against Amelia's ribs. They couldn't stay here. They had to find a way out, any way out.
A desperate idea
