BRIAR'S POV
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Cora and I have been arguing non stop for what feels like hours, and its getting exhausting. She's demanding that we shift and try to break out of this cell, but she doesn't realize that this space is already small as it is, and there is no room for her to shift, let alone have her break out. She'd be squeezed inside of here, but to her, it means our bodies could be broken just to be set free.
'It can work.' Cora growls, 'It will not. You will make noise and someone will be down here within seconds.' I seethe.
I get her, I feel her...I feel her emotions and how trapped she feels, but we can't escape right now.
'We could have if you'd just let me run earlier.' She sneers, and I know that was my fault, and the guilt nips at my chest, dragging a claw down my heart. 'I'm so
