(LIAM'S POV)
"Then what are we waiting for?" I snapped, adrenaline surging through me. "Let's get the hell out of here!"
The words exploded out of me like a rallying cry.
Marie immediately turned toward the crowded room. Her eyes swept over the prisoners as she raised her voice and began speaking in rapid French.
"Nous pouvons partir" she told them. "Les gardes sont partis. Plus personne ne nous arrête."
(English translation: "We can leave,"
"The guards are gone. Nobody's stopping us anymore.")
A ripple of confusion spread through the room.
Marie tried again, louder this time.
"Les portes sont ouvertes! Comprenez-vous? Nous n'avons pas besoin de rester ici. Nous pouvons nous échapper."
(English translation: "The doors are open! Do you understand? We don't have to stay here. We can escape.")
A few heads lifted. Some people exchanged uncertain glances. Others stared at her as if she were speaking nonsense.
Frustration crept into her expression. She pointed toward the exit.
