Elara's POV
"Four minutes," I repeated. "That's it?"
"That's it. Move."
Dara was already at the door, easing it open just enough to check the corridor before pulling it wide. I followed her out, my legs still not entirely convinced they belonged to me, and the cold air outside that room hit my face like something I hadn't realised I'd been missing.
The corridor was narrow. Made of concrete and industrial lighting, the kind that buzzed the same way the bulb in my room had, like the whole building ran on one tired generator that resented being asked to do anything.
"Where are we?" I whispered.
"Warehouse. Queen's side." Dara didn't slow down. "Don't ask me how I know that, ask me later."
Fair enough.
She moved fast and quiet, hugging the wall, and I matched her pace even though every
