Jessica/Tessa pov.
Paige refuses to say more about the keys she mentioned earlier, no matter how much I pretend to play along, no matter how submissive I act. She keeps her secrets close.
I don’t know how much time has passed, but the hollow ache in my stomach tells me it’s been too long. Hunger claws at me, making it harder to think straight.
So I focus on the guards instead. They change often. Maybe every hour. I’ve counted five different ones already. It’s the only way I can measure time in this place. They don’t usually stay that long, some just stay far away at the other end… perhaps that’s where the exit is.
Their routine isn’t perfect. The first two guards stood sharp, silent, barely moving. But the third kept pacing, muttering under his breath. The fourth leaned against the wal
