Jasmine's POV
As I awkwardly maneuvered towards the window, my bound hands making it difficult to balance, I sent up a silent prayer. To who or what, I wasn't sure. But I prayed for safety, for rescue, for Mason to find me.
Looking down at the dizzying drop below, the reality of my situation hit me full force. I was being taken from my home, from my husband, from everything I knew. And I had no idea if I would ever return.
With the girl's dagger pressed against my back, I took a deep breath and began my descent into uncertainty.
The rope was rough against my palms, and with my hands tied behind my back, I had to rely on my legs to control my descent. Every movement was slow and deliberate, my muscles straining with the effort to keep myself from falling.
"Move it, princess!" the girl
