Three weeks.
Three weeks since Lydia's warriors had dragged me from that cabin.
Three weeks since I'd seen anything but concrete walls and a single barred window too high to reach.
Three weeks of planning my escape.
The guard was young. Inexperienced.
I'd noticed it on his second shift the way he checked his phone when he thought I was sleeping. The way he stood too close to the door when he brought food. The way his eyes lingered on my stomach with something that looked almost like sympathy.
Weakness.
I could work with weakness.
"Please," I'd whispered that morning when he'd brought breakfast. "The baby. Something's wrong. I need a doctor."
I'd clutched my stomach. Let tears stream down my face.
Real tears. Easy to summon when you were trapped and pregnant and terrified.
He'd h
