"Where are you taking me?" the boy finally spoke, his voice laced with confusion.
"Just keep moving," Danielle urged, gripping his wrist as they ran.
They sprinted through the dense trees, dodging branches and uneven ground, until he abruptly yanked his hand away.
"Enough!" he panted, doubling over to catch his breath.
Danielle spun around, frowning. "What are you doing? We have to keep going!"
"You need to calm down," he huffed. "How are you not exhausted?"
She glanced at him, noticing his labored breathing. "Are you okay?"
"I'm fine," he muttered. Then, narrowing his eyes, he asked, "That guy chasing you... he looked like a royal guard. Why are they after you?"
Danielle stiffened. "It’s nothing. Don’t worry about it."
He scoffed. "You must've done something. They wouldn’t be cha
