Nova's POV
I struggled with the metal clasp, turning it roughly until the pane opened and cold winds howled at my skin, whipping the curtains away.
Turning on my heel, I bolted toward the wrecked bed and pulled the quilt off it, along with the last silk sheets, ripping them away from the bed hastily.
“This won't be enough.” I ran towards the wardrobe, and grabbed a bunch of clothes, dumping them on the floor.
My fingers began knitting every piece, typing firmly at the end to make a long thick rope. “This should do.”
I tested every sheet strength then wrapped one end at the last leg of the bed. I threw the cloth outside the window, and climbed over, scared for my life.
The tangled bundle hit the floor and I released small breaths. “I've got this.”
Shoving my hair from my eyes, I
