Donovan
With a quick glance towards the guard, she masked her excitement with a feigned expression of exhaustion, her breathing slightly laboured as she leaned against the gate.
"Could you- please- fetch me some water?" Boma requested, her voice soft and tired. "All this stress has exhausted me."
The guard, sensing her distress, nodded sympathetically. "Of course. Just wait here, I'll be right back. There is water in my quarters."
As soon as the guard disappeared into his quaters, Boma's facade of exhaustion vanished.
With trembling hands, she swiftly inserted the key into the padlock, her heart pounding with adrenaline. With a satisfying click, the lock released, and she wasted no time in swinging
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