Bianca's POV

The acrid smell of smoke hung heavy in the air as I crouched behind a charred wall, the flames casting flickering shadows around me. The chaos in the prison yard provided the perfect cover as I silently observed Russell emerging from the building, carrying an unconscious Rose over his shoulder.

I couldn’t deny the small flicker of satisfaction I felt as I discreetly raised my phone, recording every step he took. The camera lens followed his every move—the way he moved quickly yet cautiously, his sharp eyes scanning the area for anyone who might witness his actions.

“Perfect,” I muttered under my breath. My phone’s screen glowed faintly...