MIRABEL POV.
Most of the nurses were focused on the masked man. They surrounded him, checking his condition, moving quickly as if something was wrong. His breathing was heavy, and his hands twitched like he was still adjusting to whatever experiment he had done on himself.
This was my chance.
I kept my movements slow and careful, making sure no one noticed. My fingers trembled as I gripped the small knife hidden in my palm. My body was weak, but I couldn’t let that stop me.
I started cutting through the straps on my wrists. The blade wasn’t as sharp as I had hoped, but I kept going, forcing my hands to work through the pain. Once my hands were free, I moved to my ankles. My heart pounded with every second that passed, afraid someone would look my way.
No one did.
I slipped off the be
