(Eliza's POV)I stared at Katherine, watching her desperate attempts to communicate through the gag. Her eyes, wide with panic, pleaded with me silently. Such a strange reversal of fortune—the girl who once commanded an entire household now reduced to begging for my help."I'm afraid of you, Katherine," I explained, maintaining a deliberately calm tone despite the chaos surrounding us. "After all, I was nearly killed because of you."Katherine's eyes widened further, tears pooling at their corners. Her muffled sounds grew more frantic as she shook her head, trying to deny my words.I ignored her protests, turning instead to exchange knowing glances with Sparrow. Together, we assessed our surroundings in the abandoned warehouse. The damp walls, the boarded windows, the single door—I memorized every detail, calculating possible escape routes."Miss Eliza," Sparrow whispered, her young face tight with concern. "What should we do now?"Before I could respond, heavy footsteps approach
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