MORIA
We’re out the exit before I can even blink a second time.
Turns out it’s easier to escape when you have the ability to move faster than sound.
Or when you’re in the arms of someone who can.
We make it up the steps but rather than keep running, Tristen stops, looking around.
Then he pulls us into a small alcove in the wall I hadn’t initially noticed because of how well it is hidden behind a big marble statue.
“What the f**k are you….” I start to murmur as he pushes us into the tight space.
He slaps his hand over my mouth and still hoisting me up with the other, uses his body to press me further into the wall.
My legs reflexively tighten around him and he makes a growling sound in the base of his throat that has my brain immediately short circuiting
He’s touching me, he’s tou
