"Heart thundering in her chest, she tugged with everything she had, clawed at the framing, but the window was stuck tightly in place. In one last desperate attempt, she grabbed the candelabra off the bedside table and smashed it twice against the turnbuckle. The whole thing popped off, and the frame easily gave with a loud creak. She placed a foot onto the ledge and remembered her room was on the second floor. Although the fall wasn’t terribly far, she would’ve preferred not having to nurse a broken limb on the way to the witch.
She hoisted herself up so she sat on the ledge and gripped onto the brick wall, fingering the rough limestone for any type of foothold. Finally, she felt the robust vines of ivy she’d noticed the night before. The chance that the vines would actually support all her weight was slim to none, but the hedge below would break her inevitable fall.
Before she could decide, the door flew open with a bang behind her. Garin, in all of his wicked glory, stood in livid shock. For a split second, Lilac thought she saw a flicker of concern cross his face. Then, he lunged at her.
With no time to solidify her grasp on the vines, Lilac gripped what was already in her palms, and jumped."