Ruby's POV
The moon was thin tonight.
A sliver of silver in a starless sky.
And every shadow felt like it was watching me.
I moved carefully, each step measured, each breath shallow as I made my way through the quiet corridors of the packhouse. Jake had been more watchful than ever. Paranoid. Possessive.
But I had to take the risk.
Because time was running out.
Because this might be my only chance.
I reached the corner near the servant stairwell and paused, straining to listen. Nothing but silence and the thundering of my heart in my ears.
Then I slipped down the steps, one hand pressed against my stomach.
For them.
For the baby.
For the future I refused to let Jake take from me.
That night, I wrote the first letter.
Evie
Three guards on rotation. One always by the east hal
