Lark was pulling her hair back into a messy bun when the clock read 1:30 a.m. She was dressed in a black t-shirt, black cargo pants, and hiking boots. Her trusty backpack waited by the door.
She creeped to the hallway door of her sitting room, held her breath, and strained to hear what was on the other side of the door. She couldn’t hear any breathing or heartbeats, which probably meant the guards were still stationed at the end of the hallway. Good. If she was quiet, no one should be any wiser about her exit.
Lark went back to her room, thankful Snowy was still sleeping soundly on the bed. She grabbed her backpack, adjusted it to make sure it was balanced, and then carefully opened her bedroom window. Peeking her head out, Lark searched all around, making sure no one was in sight.
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