Samantha's P. O. V

I stood in the shadows, eyes fixed on the guards as they marched along the corridors, their footsteps echoing off the stone walls. I've been watching them for weeks, studying their routines, waiting for the perfect moment to make my move.

Tonight's the night. The library's just a few doors away, and I've been itching to get in there. As the guards approached the changing point, I felt my heart beating a little faster. This is it.

They finally switch positions, and for a ...