Page 12 of Nightingale (The Broken Kingdoms #1)

S he hadn’t seen anyone since the last night of the party. Which was good, since any unwelcome interruptions would have only stunted her way of thinking. No Rian, no King, not even a glimpse of Castil. Just how she liked it. A week and a half had passed with slow days and crawling nights where she watched the moon’s position to confirm how many days it had been. Her tallied wall gained ten marks.

Vrea was tired of being stuck here, unable to control her fate. There were no more kinks to work out, no more issues to solve. So with a twist of her sheets, some tugging and knotting to make sure it would look right, she’d tossed the makeshift rope out the window and took up her place by the door.

A scream later, and she was free.