The clock on the nightstand ticked past 1:30 AM, pushing closer to the 2:00 AM escape window. Mild knew he had to move soon. Lina would only provide one window of opportunity.
Mild slowly, carefully, began to ease himself out of Arm's crushing embrace. He managed to move his shoulder an inch, then two, but the moment his weight shifted on the mattress, Arm's eyes snapped open.
Arm's grip instantly tightened, his arm locking around Mild's chest. "Where are you going?" he whispered, his voice thick with sleep and immediate suspicion.
"I... I have to use the washroom," Mild stammered, cursing the bad timing.
Arm sat up, his eyes sharp and wide awake. He looked at the bedside table, then back at Mild. "No. Not alone. I don't trust you, Mild. Not right now."
