Sorsha's P.O.V.
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My dad would be so disappointed in me if he could see me now. I thought I had an excellent plan, but I was wrong. So wrong.
Or maybe it wasn't the plan that was wrong, but me. I mean, I got the grappling hook over the wall. I scaled it. No one was shooting at me. It couldn't have been more fu.cking perfect, and I still somehow managed to screw it up.
It was all going well until I tried to get over the fence. I got tripped up, and now I'm dangling from the damn barbed wire by my hoodie. I immediately started to panic despite knowing better. I'm supposed to remain calm in situations like these. But no, I couldn't manage that.
Instead, I thrashed around, terrified I was about to get shot at. All to end up slipping right out of the over
