STACEY’S POV:
I’m staring at my phone with a sense of betrayal gnawing at my insides. Its screen is filled with unanswered calls and unread messages, all sent to Colt.
What happened to him? Is he not going to come with me and Marguerite after all? He should have at least told me.
My eyes are filled with unshed tears as I gently lift my sleeping Marguerite. Without a suitcase—just myself, Marguerite, and the clothes we’re wearing, the plan has to go forward, with or without Colt.
Midnight comes, and it’s time to act.
I descend the grand staircase of Zaide's mansion, praying that no one will see or hear me. When I step outside, I glance around to the few figures still roaming the village.
I force myself to walk casually, as if I’m just going on a routine errand. My heart is in my thr
