Chapter 37 The Breakout

• The cold stone beneath me seeped into my bones, but it wasn’t the chill that kept me alert; it was the sound. I heard a faint scrape, which was barely audible over the distant dripping of water. Ronan shifted beside me, his muscles tense, eyes flicking to his shackles.
• “Lupita,” he whispered, voice low but urgent. “These aren’t fastened properly.”
• I leaned closer, heart hammering in my chest. My fingers brushed the rusted iron chain. It was loose—loose enough that with patience and the right movement, it might come undone.