CHAPTER FIFTEEN

Tasyra

In the dimly lit cell, Fagel and I found ourselves side by side, consumed by the whirlwind of thoughts that swirled through our minds. Each passing moment brought us closer to the foundation of our daring escape from the fortress that had bound us against our will. Yet, even in our plans, we knew caution was our ally, and our voices hushed from the fear of prying ears that lurked nearby.

“We cannot discuss here; they will hear us,” Fagel cautioned me, breaking the grip of silence that enveloped our shared space. We intended to meet at our usual spot which had become our customary spot during the day to strategise, yet an unexpected divergence had disturbed our routine, leaving shadows of uncertainty in its wake.

“Why didn't you arrive as originally planned?” I queried my expression, a tapestry woven with concern and curiosity, a reflection of the countless thoughts that jostled for attention in my mind.

“I was called in by Alpha Haden,” Fagel responded, his words laced with an