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TRISTAN’S POV

I felt the cold night air whip and hit me as we stepped out of the small tunnel, the same one that had been dug under the prison for God knows how long. My heart was pounding, really damn fast. But I made sure to keep my face neutral. I wasn't about to show any weakness now. I looked behind me, and to my surprise, the guy who was supposed to be leading me out was gone.

I felt a sharp sensation make its way up my belly before shattering at my spine. Bit Bit face remained neutral. Despite that the questions had the gears in my head turning. Where the fuck was he? He had vanished. It was just me now standing there in the dark. Was this some kind of joke? I asked even though I wasn't expecting an answer until, or if he would ever show up. Because from the look of things, he was gone for good.

Almost as if he had just disappeared. I couldn't couldn't wrap my head around it. There had been no traces, nothing suspicious about his movements that would have given me a clue that