Dysis’s thoughts raced as she devised a frantic strategy. She leaned back against the wall, feigning sleep as she heard the footsteps of one of Max's bodyguards getting closer. The lock snapped, and the stout door groaned as it opened.
“Food,” the man growled roughly, setting a tray down on the table.
Dysis remained motionless, breathing steadily, her heart racing within her chest. She could sense the ribbon pressing into her wrists, so tightly that the skin was starting to tear, blood running down her hands.
The bodyguard approached, bending down to see if she was alert. It was this moment or not at all.
Gathering all her power, Dysis raised her restrained hands, surprising him with a sudden blow to his face. He staggered backward with a grunt, and before he had a chance to regain
