Chapter Fifteen
Arthur’s boots pounded the earth. His instep crunched fallen tree limbs in his haste. His heel snapped rocks as he ate up the distance. Yet somehow, even with his blind, forceful strides, Arthur managed to skirt the delicate blooms popping up here and there on the forest floor.
He pushed himself faster, harder. He needed the physical beating of the hard ground punishing his legs to regain mastery of his own body. He needed the wind to slap sense into his mind. He needed to push the chambers of his heart past the breaking point to cause an arrest. Then maybe it would slow down for a moment.
It didn’t work. His legs wanted to race back to her. Blue eyes clouded his mind’s eye. His heartbeat tripped over itself at the very thought of her.
Morgan consumed his every waking t
