Randalyn's POV
It takes so much longer than I would like to admit for me to get this rope to break from around her wrists. But once I do, you can feel the stress of that obnoxious and small obstacle falling away instantly. It disappears from our lives just like the last pieces of rope do, while being quickly replaced by the swift relief of this small win.
The wave of this much-needed relief not only covers over me but her as well, causing the both of our happiness to take over without hesitation. We both squeal out in excitement for a split second, but long enough to know that in that particular error of our situation, that might have been a mistake we never intended to make.
The hushing automatically occurs from one another until we both shut up and stop before the guard comes in to
