Zane
The pain from my carved up back, and the shirt I had thrown over it was like someone was pressing a white hot poker against my skin. So bad it made me grit my teeth, but it didn’t make me slow. I ran, my legs carrying me as quickly as possible with Amaras hand firmly held in mine. I would have left her at home, but I knew there was no safer place for her than at my side.
Hell, there was probably no safe place for any of us anymore.
For overt twenty years the council had left us alone. Relatively at least but that time was over. And it wasn’t lost on me, that they had attacked the very day I had brought Amara here. I didn’t think it was lost on her as well.
She dragged back on my hand, causing me to pause for a second. “Zane we should go.” She waved her hand around. The sky ab
