"You're wasting your time, Avery. You'll never leave this place alive."
The guard's mocking words grated on her nerves as she sat in the dimly lit chamber, her hands fidgeting with the frayed edge of her tunic. Avery kept her gaze down, masking the fiery determination building inside her.
"What makes you so sure?" she muttered, her voice steady but low enough to sound defeated.
The guard smirked, leaning lazily against the wall. "Because Liam's got eyes everywhere. You can't take two steps without someone knowing about it."
Avery didn't respond, letting the silence stretch between them. Her mind, however, raced with plans and possibilities. She had spent weeks memorizing the layout of Liam's hideout—each tunnel, each locked door, each escape route. All she needed was the right moment.
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