DAMON'S POV
I stepped out of my bedroom, pushed the door shut, and walked down the back stairs as quietly as I could.
The main house was completely dark. I skipped the steps that usually creaked, kept my boots light on the wood, and went straight to the small closet near the kitchen. I grabbed the black duffel bag from behind the old mop buckets, checked that the bolt cutters and the dark coat were inside, and slipped out into the hall that led down to the cells.
I walked down the concrete basement steps, holding my breath.
Two young guards were sitting on wooden chairs outside the main iron door. One was leaning his head back against the wall with his eyes closed. The other was rubbing his arms to stay warm. When my boots hit the concrete, the awake guard jumped up and grabbed his rif
