She walked over to the bed and sat down, her mind already forming a plan. She would provoke Sandra, push her buttons until she snapped. Maybe, just maybe, it would force Benjamin to act, and in that moment of chaos, she would find her way out. It was a dangerous plan, but at this point, what did she have to lose?
Kyra glanced over at Joy, who was now in his owl form again, perched by the window. He hadn't said a word to her since the others left her alone. She wondered if he knew more than he let on, if he was part of this twisted scheme. But for now, he seemed harmless enough—more of an observer than a threat.
The silence was suffocating, but Kyra knew she couldn't afford to let it overwhelm her. She had to stay focused, alert, and ready to act.
