Page 107 of Craving Venom

“The fuck am I looking at?”

“Our way out,” I murmur, tapping my fingers against the paper.

“You do realize I only have three years left, right?”

I arch a brow. “And?”

“And that’s not life. Three years, and I walk out of here. No running. No chasing. No looking over my shoulder for the rest of my goddamn life.”

“That’s a long fucking time to hope you don’t get shanked in the showers.”

Terry’s scowl deepens. “I can handle myself.”

“Sure,” I say easily, tracing my finger along the lines of the map. “And what about when Frank decides he’s still not over what you did? What about when the guards get bored and throw you into a fight you can’t win?”

Terry takes a deep breath.

He knows I’m right.

I keep going.

“What about when you finally get out?” I lift my head. “You think they’re just going to let you live your life? You think they’re not going to watch you? Follow you? Wait for you to fuck up?”

His silence is loud.

“What happens when you do fuck up?” My smirk sharpens. “Because let’s be honest, Terry, you will.”

His jaw flexes. “You’re a manipulative piece of shit.”

“And you’re stalling,” I counter. “Because you know I’m right.”

Terry lets out a slow breath, running a hand through his hair. He doesn’t say no.

Which means I already fucking won.

I tap the blueprint again. “So, are you in?”

Silence.

I grin. “Good choice.”

“Alright. How are we doing this?”

I drag my finger over a cluster of symbols near the middle. “This is us. Right here.” I press down. “This is your cell, the current floor plan and this—” I trace a jagged line downward, leading to another set of markings. “—is where we need to be.”

“That looks like a pile of shit, Zane.”

I chuckle. “To you, maybe.”

“How the fuck did you even get this?”

“I didn’t.”

His brows furrow. “Then?”

“I remembered it. My grandfather built this place. He had the blueprints in his study, and I used to look through them. Didn’t know what the fuck I was looking at back when I was seven, but I do now.”

“You remembered the exact layout of a prison?”

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