Calvin’s POV
The air was thick with tension as we arrived at the outskirts of the palace under the cover of night. The towering walls loomed ahead, their stone faces bathed in the pale glow of the moon. Every inch of the palace was guarded, every pathway watched. One mistake, one misstep, and this mission would be over before it even began.
I clenched my fists. Failure is not an option.
Lysaa stood beside me, clutching her white cane tightly. She was tense, but she had agreed to do this. Franklin was positioned with the car a safe distance away, waiting for my signal.
"Alright," I whispered. "You remember what to do?"
Lysaa exhaled sharply. "Unfortunately, yes."
"Good. I’ll direct you from here. Just walk straight ahead for now."
Lysaa took careful steps forward, tapping her cane ag
