The Eve of Escape

Othella kept her face buried against the solid, grounding warmth of his chest. For the first time in months, the frantic noise screaming inside her head finally went quiet. They had a real plan now. A way out.

Darius eased back just enough to catch her gaze.

"We leave tomorrow," he murmured.

"So soon?"

"Every passing hour we wait multiplies the risk of someone finding us."

Othella nodded slow