The air in the cabin was thick with tension as Ken turned to Isla and Angelina, his expression serious. "Alright, listen carefully," he instructed, his voice low and urgent. "You both need to hold my hand tightly. When I say so, we'll become invisible. It's the only way we can get out of here without being seen."
Isla nodded, her heart racing with a mix of fear and determination. She reached out and grasped Ken's hand, feeling the warmth of his grip. His palm was slightly damp with sweat, betraying his own nervousness despite his composed exterior. Angelina followed suit, her fingers intertwining with theirs. The three of them stood in a small circle, connected by their joined hands, the weight of their impending escape hanging heavy in the air.
"Are you ready?" Ken asked, glancing at both women. His eyes, usually a warm brown, now held a sharp intensity that made Isla's breath catch in her throat.
"Ready," Isla whispered, her voice barely audible. She could feel her pulse throbbing i
