Megan’s POV

I need to get out of here.

This place suffocates me. The walls, though draped in luxury, feel like they’re closing in—tightening around my throat, stealing the little air I have left.

I stood near the edge of the room, trying to come up with a plan, any plan, to sneak out. Maybe when everyone’s asleep. Maybe there’s a back door, or a crack in the wall big enough to slip through. I don’t care how—I just can’t stay here.

But before I could gather my next thought, ...