MORGIANA'S POV
"What the hell are you planning to do?" Arleigh asked me the moment we were alone. I tried moving my hand to see if I could get away from the spelled ropes but it only got painful around my wrists. Cursed ropes.
"Morgiana," called Arleigh again and I gave her a look.
"I'm thinking, okay?"
"Well, at least include me in whatever plan you're brewing!"
"Just trust me on this one, okay? We're going to get out of this place," I answered and she looked at me for a second before understanding crossed her face.
"Are you going to do something stupid?" she asked and I rolled my eyes.
"I won't stoop down your level, Arleigh," I said and tried twisting my hand again but the rope still wouldn't budge.
"You can't get out of those. Didn't you hear him?"
I let out a frustrated sigh
