Grace POV

The footsteps stop right outside the door.

My heart slams against my ribs so hard I can feel it in my throat. Each beat pounds through my skull, through the silver burns on my wrists, through every aching inch of my exhausted body.

No. Not now. Not when Luka is still here.

The door handle turns. Slow. Deliberate.

I don't think. I just act.

"The window," I hiss at Luka. "Go. Now."

His eyes widen.

"Take the food. The ...