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~Lisa's POV
The guards moved fast.
Everything had happened just like Belinda promised. One whispered command and I was taken to the prison, my heart pounding so hard I thought it might burst. I didn't dare speak as they led me through the dim corridors, I just held on to the keys, my palms sweaty, my chest aching with fear and hope.
When we reached Milo's cell, one of the guards unlocked it without a word. He stepped out slowly, wincing slightly, his eyes flicking to mine in disbelief. "You really came back," he whispered.
I nodded. "Come on. We don't have much time."
They guided us down the back hallway, an old, less-guarded path Belinda must've arranged, and for a brief moment, it felt like it might actually work. We were just steps away from the outside gates. Just steps away from freedom.
And then…
"Hey! Stop!"
A voice cut through the night, loud and commanding. My stomach dropped.