Freedom in Blood

Chapter Twenty: Freedom in Blood

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Nora's POV

I sat still, watching Drake carefully, my breath slow and controlled.

He stood near the door, his back turned, his posture tense but not defensive.

He just made a mistake.

A huge mistake.

I shifted slightly, my fingers working at the ropes around my wrists.

Not silver.

Just a thick rope.

And when they tied it— they didn't do it tight enough.

I swallowed hard, keeping my breathing even as I twisted my hands, loosening the rope from my wrist.

My heart pounded with every movement.

Then—finally—my fingers slipped free.

I moved fast.

I grabbed a wooden stick from the broken furniture near the bed, my body tense as I stood up.

Drake hadn't noticed yet.

Good.

This was my chance.

I lunged, swinging the stick hard toward the back of his head—

But he caught it.

As if he already knows what I just plan to do.