"Grace. Wake up," Alex whispered, her voice barely a thread in the dark. "Get up. It's time to escape."
Grace snapped awake, her heart instantly hammering against her ribs. The adrenaline washed away the last remnants of sleep, leaving her cold and trembling as she sat up. She looked at the open window, where the pale moonlight cut across the floorboards. The sheer height of the mansion suddenly felt real, terrifyingly real.
"Alex, I can't," Grace whispered back, her lower lip quivering as she clutched the front of her jacket. The internal terror was paralyzing, anchoring her to the safety of the bed despite the horrific promises the capo had made for the coming dawn. "We're going to fall. Or they’re going to catch us and kill us right on the lawn."
Alex knelt down in front of her, grab
