Astrid’s POV
I immediately washed my face after using the toilet, my gaze fixed on the window frame. I was convinced I could bring it down, given the chance. The Silver was draining my energy, and I winced in pain as the cuffs scraped against my arms.
‘Malessia? Are you there?’ I asked.
She didn’t respond. She was long gone by now, and as much as I hated being alone here, I was relieved she didn’t have to endure the torture on her physical body.
I leaped onto the seat and grasped the window handle, my breath catching in my throat as it resisted due to rust. It had to open!
“Astrid? Baby?” Salem’s voice came through, accompanied by knocks on the door.
I had to respond, or he’d grow suspicious.
“Yes. Just five minutes.”
“Alright,” he replied, irritation lacing his voice, his patience wearing thin.
Each attempt to exert force on the window frame felt like seeing stars. It felt as though it were held from the outside or somehow locked. I could see no lock, though, and I remained certain it
