Clara’s eyes widened when she saw me. She tugged at the ropes around her wrists and the gag in her mouth muffled a small, frustrated sound. My heart lurched in my chest.
“Oh no,” I whispered, my voice trembling. “That is Clara. My best friend, Clara.”
Her hands struggled against the bindings, jerking the chair slightly as she tried to free herself. I felt panic rise, but I forced myself to stay calm. I couldn’t let fear make me freeze now.
“Clara,” I called softly, stepping closer, careful not to alarm the guards surrounding her. “It’s me. I’m here. Don’t worry, I won’t let anything happen to you.”
Her eyes searched mine, pleading, trying to tell me something she couldn’t speak through the gag. I clenched my fists, determination setting in.
Ansel moved beside me, his hand resting on m
