Layla’s POV
There was no one else in sight, and this felt like the perfect time for me to escape. I moved silently to the door and tried it. The lock gave way with a soft, traitorous click.
So easily.
I froze as my breath got trapped in my chest, counting the seconds between heartbeats. One. Two. Three.
No alarm.
The corridor beyond my cell yawned open, revealing a walkway that was narrow and damp, the torchlight thinned the farther it stretched.
The former rogue, the one who had slipped me water, had not met my eyes when he had earlier loosened the restraints. He had only whispered,
“You have one chance. Don’t waste it.”
I didn’t intend to.
I moved barefooted, placing my weight where the stone was worn smooth, where footsteps had passed a thousand times before mine.
My wrists
