Allissa

I yanked against the chains, making my wrists slick with blood. I’d been fighting against the shackles, but they seemed impossible to break. I was hoping my blood would make my wrists slip through, but it was no use. Footsteps pounded above, then wildly ran down the stairs toward me. I was shocked to see Alfred’s frantic face.

He raced toward me, his hands fumbling against the locks. “Lissa, we have to hurry,” his voice sharp with panic. “I caused a disturbance. We have ...