HAZEL'S POV
I sat on the rope I had hidden, waiting for the right time to strike. My heart pounded in my chest, the silence of the room pressing in on me. It had been hours since I last heard any noise outside my door, and every passing minute felt like an eternity. I had to be ready. I had to make my move with no mistakes.
The door creaked open, and the dim light from the hallway spilled into my room, lighting up the darkness inside. The large, burly guard, whose name I still didn't know stepped in, his eyes cold and devoid of any sympathy. He grabbed me roughly by the arm and pulled me to my feet. My legs were stiff from sitting so long, and I stumbled as he dragged me out of the room.
We walked down a series of narrow, dimly lit corridors until we reached a larger chamber. In the
