Faith's POV
I lay there, surrounded by the soft silence of the room. The girl beside me was a gentle presence, her slow breaths a soothing accompaniment to my racing thoughts.
Ashley and Azil were already lost in their own dreams, but my mind was wide awake, consumed by a single, burning idea (escape).
I savored the word, letting it roll around in my mind like a promise.
Not today, perhaps, but soon.
The thought sent a thrill through me, and I slowly sat up, my movements careful not to disturb the sleeping girls.
I pushed open the door, wincing as the creaking hinge broke the stillness.
The hallway beyond was dark and quiet, the only sound the soft rustle of the girls breathing.
I took a deep breath, feeling the weight of my decision settle upon me. Escape was no longer just a fantasy , it was a plan, waiting to be set in motion.
I moved through the mansion's stillness, my steps guided by a sense of instinct rather than intention.
