Selena sat on the cold floor, her back against the damp wall of her cell. Blood dried on her split lip, her wrists raw from the tight restraints they had finally removed. The guards hadn't spoken much, but she didn't need words to know what was coming. Xavier wasn't keeping her alive out of mercy. He had a plan.
She exhaled slowly, forcing herself to focus. Panic wouldn't help. If there was a way out, she had to find it.
Her fingers traced the rough wall behind her, searching for any loose stone, any weakness. There had to be something.
"Think, Selena," she whispered to herself. "Think."
Footsteps echoed down the hall. Heavy boots. Armed men.
Selena quickly wiped the tears from her cheeks and straightened her back. She wouldn't let them see her broken.
The door creaked open, and one
