LEILA
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We moved towards the gardens gate, the faint pre-dawn light finally painting the sky a touch of grey and pale pink.
It was our only real chance, the little gate at the back of the garden almost hidden by overgrown vines.
Our plan hatched in the hushed whisper in the dead of the night had felt sold almost like a fool proof
We had waited until the first hint of dawn knowing Damien and Gerald had stepped out earlier for the business they had been discussing and the guards and the various people who didn’t matter had been in some kind of party.
Their laughter And loud music fading into a dull hum as the hour goes by, hopefully their drunken state keeps them occupied.
I'm sure all of this is because Damien isn't around and this is the more reason i think he wont be coming
