CHAPTER 54

The clock hit 2:00 a.m., and the house was drenched in silence. The moonlight streamed faintly through the gaps in the curtains, painting silver streaks across the floor. Matteo lay beside me, face buried in the pillow, his body stretched out on his stomach. His deep, even breathing filled the room. For the first time in days, his face looked peaceful—like he wasn't the monster who held me captive, who hurt me with sweet words and deadly hands.

But I couldn't afford to think of that now. I had a plan. A desperate, risky plan. One I wasn't even sure I had the guts to follow through with. But if I didn't, I would rot in this cage forever. So, I slipped off the bed, every muscle tensed, every movement calculated and silent.