Chapter 141
“It’s not enough,” Damion whispers, his voice cracking. “Aurora, it’s not enough.
“Panic claws at my ribs. My eyes dart around the cell. Stone walls. Rust. Nothing. Nothing.
Then–A bolt.Half–sunk into the wall. Rusted around the edges. Holding the chain.My heart
stutters.
I crawl toward it. The knife clatters once before I grab it again, my fingers slick with blood.
“Estrella-” Damion starts, voice sharp with panic
“Help me,” I whisper.
“No, just― just go—‘
“I’m not leaving you!” It bursts out of me before I can stop it. My throat hurts. “Please, help me.
“He swallows hard, then nods.He grabs the chain near the bolt, pulling it tight to give me leverage. I wedge the blade into the tiny gap between the bolt and the wall. My mutilated wrists shake so badly I almost drop it.
The voices outside rise — a barked order, then another laugh. My stomach flips.
I press down. Hard.Pain roars up my arms. The knife creaks. Blood smears down the hilt. My whole body trembles.
The bolt doesn’t move.
I bite down on a sob, press harder. “Come on…‘
”
Dust dribbles down the wall.
“Try-,” Damion says hoarsely. “Try again. Do it again.
“The knife bends. My hands slip. I press harder, my weight falling forward, shoulders screaming, broken wrists grating. My breath comes out in shallow, gasping bursts.
The voices outside stop, their footsteps once again pacing.Left.Right.Left.Right.
I sob as Damion uses one arm to support my waist, his other arm shaking as he pulls on his chain.
“Oh no,” Damion hisses, eyes huge. “Aurora-“I posh so hard my vision blurs. Tears sting my eyes. My wrists shake so violently it feels like they’re going to come apart.
Then
–
a crack.
The bolt shifts.
Dust and bits of stone rain down on Damion’s wrists. Again. I press again. The knife screams against the metal, my arms shaking so badly I can barely hold it. My breath comes in short, wild
sobs.


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