Eli’s POV
Ava roused across from me, her face pallid and wan. When she saw her injuries, my chest contracted. It was like a sledgehammer as I remembered Adrian's treachery. I battled next to him and trusted him. Trust was ashes at this point.
"Ava," I said, my voice raspy. Are you alright?
She blinked confusedly, then turned to look at me. Eli, we have to leave here.
"I know," I murmured, pushing myself to sit up. A nasty reminder of our circumstances, the shackles encircling my wrists shook. First, though, we must have a strategy.
I stiffened as footsteps reverberated in the passage past the bars. A guard came up; shadows covered his face. Stopped in front of the cell, he wore a weird smile.
"Comfortable?" he snipped, metal-rod hitting the bars. Your friend will be here shortly.
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