While Rhys was distracted, I cast a quick glance at my brother and motioned for him to stay silent. He understood and nodded. With my eyes shut tight, I made a slight movement with my hand. When I opened my eyes again, I was relieved to see the ropes binding my brother's hands and feet had loosened.
As soon as he was free, my brother's eyes sparkled with hope as he looked at me with anticipation. I silently gestured for him to hold on. The moment an opportunity presented itself, we would escape. He nodded slowly in agreement.
Meanwhile, Rhys sat on the floor, frantically flipping through the pages of a book. His tension and madness was palpable in the air to the point where even the air felt rigid and hot. "NO! NO! There's nothing here... We haven't done anything wrong... So why didn't the spell work? Why is my Sylvia still dead?"
