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My legs are cramped as I squatted over the window, splaying my cotton-bound lady parts for all who cared to see.

Alpha Toph had made it so that there was no way to leave the Castle without arousing suspicion. I ducked to avoid the wash of brilliant fluorescent light that spanned the windows above my head, flooding the dark room with its white glow so that the brown furniture appeared black, before the searchlight’s beam passed over, and I climbed up to the window’s balustrade again.

“Freaking hell,” I cursed under my breath, squinting at the gloomy arch of the Castle gate that was lined with metal-played guards...