Chapter 82
Clara's POV
Maxwell was now hitting the door with all his might but I tried to push my focus on the one important thing. My phone.
I rummaged through my blankets, then the cupboard, yet there was nothing. My panic levels were rising exponentially and Maxwell was angry. Very angry.
I heard a crack from the door, announcing that this battle may just be an already lost one. With no other option, I grabbed Ruby's phone, inputting the password with shaky fingers.
My world came crashing down when the phone vibrated. Wrong password. I tried again. Nothing.
A frustrated groan, followed by a frightened whimper escaped me but I couldn't just sit and give up.
Another crack. Maxwell would tear down the door in less than a minute.
Think.
I scanned the room, noting the glass
