Chapter 38 His A Mad Man

• VICTORIA BELLA WASHINGTON;
• Lowering myself out the window, clinging to that sheet-rope with gloved hands, was way harder than I’d thought. The fabric cut into my hands, and my arms ached as I slowly made my way down. I finally reached a spot where I’d have to jump, and I said a silent prayer, landing with a soft thud. I scanned the area—no alarms, no guards rushing over. So far, so good.
• I waited, my heart pounding, for the guard change, and then sprinted to the shrubs by the gate. And then it hit me—I hadn’t planned how to actually get over the fence. Just as I started to curse myself, a shadow loomed over me. I didn’t even have to look up; I knew exactly who it was.