Becky's POV
As we ran across the little lanes, Leo next to me, and the stranger—whoever he was—leading the way, the cold wind hurt my face. Every shadow we passed, every curve we made, The Broker was there behind us. I couldn't get rid of that sensation. His reach looked limitless, and I wondered how much more we could run for.
Though every breath was more severe than the next, my lungs burned, and I would not quit. Not today. Not when everything hung on a knife-edge.
I fixed Leo with a glance. Though his expression was hard and concentrated, I could see the guilt chewing at him in his jaw. Though he had not spoken much since we left the chapel, I could sense his irritation—he felt accountable. He constantly acted. This time, though, I wasn't going to let him bear that weight alone.
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