Gabriella’s Pov
"Amelia," I whispered, shifting slightly to glance at her "Are you awake?"
She groaned, then coughed. "Yeah... I think so. My head is killing me."
“Mine too,” I muttered, blinking hard. “How long do you think we’ve been here?”
“No idea,” she replied, her voice shaking.
I looked down, struggling against the ropes, and that’s when I saw it.
An old, rusted knife lying just a few inches from my hand.
My heart raced.
“I think… I think I can get us out,” I whispered quickly. “There’s a knife here.”
“What?” she gasped. “Gabriella, no. What if they come back? What if they catch you?”
“We’ll be dead either way if we don’t move,” I said, my fingers stretching toward the knife. It scraped against the floor. “We’re not waiting around for a miracle. Hold stillz I’m getting u
