The room in the inn was dark and filled with the heavy scent of herbal concoctions. Estella, Elena, and Eamon were huddled inside, their faces lined with worry. The village had been placed on lockdown just hours before, and they knew time was running out. Estella paced near the window, her nerves on edge. Devon was asleep on a small cot, blissfully unaware of the danger that loomed over them.
“They’ve locked down the entire village,” Elena whispered, her voice trembling as she peered out from behind the thin curtains. “It’s impossible to leave without being spotted.”
Estella paused her pacing, her mind racing. “Margaret’s behind this. She’s already here. If she hasn’t found us yet, she will soon. We need to find a way out before she does.”
Eamon, still lying on the bed, weak but recover
