Esme was used to fighting. She hated it. Hated combat. Hated the feeling like she was fighting for her life. Hated the thought of taking another life. But, it was a reality in her life. She had become used to it. Combat had almost become second nature to her. Prior to fighting she would often feel a sort of calm before the storm. That was not the case this time.
Esme could feel her anxiety rising by the second. They had made a plan and the first part of it depended solely on her. Christian had hated the idea but, they really had no choice. They had no idea how many men they could possibly be facing and so the element of suprise would be pivotal. She would free herself as quietly as possible, get the keys from the guards, and get Christian out of his cell.
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