Aware that the kidnappers might return at any moment, a sense of desperation gripped me. I knew I couldn't just wait for Arlo or Killian to rescue us. Frantically, I scanned the dimly lit room for anything that could help in our escape, but to no avail. There was nothing in this room, no sharp objects I could use to cut the ropes binding my hands.
Despair washed over me as I faced the stark reality of our situation. A lone tear threatened to escape my eyes, but the sight of the pale, tear-streaked, fearful faces before me steeled my resolve. I refused to accept this as our end, as my fate.
There were so many things I needed to do. I needed to save my brother, free myself from the trap of that mysterious man, and tell Killian the truth about myself. I had to let him know about my situation, my reality, and my helplessness. He needed to know that I was no princess but an ordinary girl.
