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~Lisa's POV
The moment I stepped out of the prison block, my mind was already spinning.
I didn't have a plan, yet, but I knew I had to make one fast. Every second counted. They wouldn't wait long before deciding Milo's fate, and once they did… I knew exactly how that story would end.
I headed back to the servant quarters, forcing myself to move slowly, naturally, like I wasn't panicking on the inside. My hands were clenched tightly at my sides, nails digging into my palms.
When I got to my room, I closed the door softly and paced. Back and forth. Back and forth. My thoughts were a mess, but I tried to force order into them.
What do I need?
A key. A distraction. A way out. Someone to cover for us.
Who can I trust?
That question hurt more than it should have. The answer? No one. Not really.
But maybe I didn't need trust. Maybe I just needed an opportunity.