THIRD POV.
Samuel stood in the hallway, watching the guard fumble with the keys. His sharp gaze bore into the man, who was clearly trembling despite his attempts to appear calm. Samuel’s smirk widened. The guard had no choice but to comply with his demands—Samuel had made that clear enough with his earlier threats.
"Don’t make this harder than it has to be," Samuel said, his voice calm but clearly filled with more threats. "As long as you behave, we won’t have any problems."
The guard gave him a wary look but didn’t argue. With a shaky hand, he unlocked the door to Lenora’s cell. Samuel gave him one last glance, a wordless reminder to stay in line, before stepping inside. The door creaked as it opened, the sound echoing in the empty space.
Inside, Lenora was already on her feet. The di
