Twenty-Seven
My feet pound the grass as I struggle to remember the turns we took to get here. With the ground rolling beneath my feet, I trip and catch myself against the tall hedges numerous times. As I race around a corner and come to a dead end, I realize I’ve taken a wrong turn somewhere. Chase slams into me, and so does Elizabeth. I tumble forward against the hedge. Branches scratch across my palms as I grasp hold of them and keep myself upright. I swivel around with difficulty as Chase and Elizabeth remain pressed against me.
“Jump!” Chase yells, grabbing our hands. We bend and spring into the air, and an impossibly powerful tornado sweeps us up. My hair whips around, blinding me as I spin and tumble through the air. Seconds later, I land on the ground, breathless and dizzy. I push
