ALICE POV
… The hours dragged on, each one feeling like an eternity. My hands worked tirelessly at the bonds that held me, my muscles screaming in protest, but my mind was focused, driven by a singular need: to protect my brother. The air was thick with the stench of mold and rust, the oppressive atmosphere making it harder to breathe, but I refused to give in. I kept working, my determination fueled by the memory of Paolo’s terrified eyes.
Finally, the bonds gave way. I felt a rush of adrenaline as I pulled my hands free, the coarse rope leaving angry red marks on my wrists. Without wasting a second, I reached for the dagger, pulling it from its hiding place. The cold metal was a comforting weight in my hand, a small token of power in this nightmare. Quietly, I crept toward the door, e
