I reached the side gate. My chest heaved heavily, my fingers trembled as I opened it. My gaze grew more blurry. But I couldn't give up, if I did, Caroline would be caught.
Blood trailed along my path, my body wobbled from the amount of blood I was losing. The mark on my lower shoulder burned faintly now.
I dragged myself along the path, heading towards my cell. The air felt tense, I had a foreboding feeling that something was wrong. But I couldn't pinpoint what. The path was mostly empty with no guards on sight.
My brows furrowed, I pushed forward. I reached my cell.
My bloody fingers curled over the rods of the cell as I steadied myself. I didn't have the strength to stand straight anymore, not with the sharp stinging pain gnawing at my back and my vision spinning like a wheel about to fall apart.
But when I peered into the cell, a shaky breath of relief slipped past my lips.
"Caroline…" I murmured.
