Yasmyn's POV
The moment the guard finished speaking , something inside me snapped into place .
Not panic. Not fear. Something else I cannot place my finger on .
Focus. That is exactly what I need right now and yet I keep missing .
I turned to Selena , then to Silas , then back toward the door . My mind was already moving three steps ahead , tracing paths , calculating distances , replaying every possible escape route from the dungeons . I cannot think of too many but I somehow narrowed them down to a point I am left with just three now .
“They would not go far without help ,” I said, already heading for the door , “And whoever helped them knows our territory. The man in the hood that f*****g bastard"
Selena grabbed my wrist , “Yasmyn, wait. You cannot just run into this alone ,
