Chapter 27
A sharp stick tore into the pad of my heel, but I ignored it. I had barely a moment’s head start and already the bushes echoed with crashing searchers.
Not just behind me either. All around me. Had Carl and Victor both called in reinforcements? I didn’t particularly want to find out.
I did want to find Bastion and Arthur...but that would have to wait until I lost my pursuers. First order of business—make like a wild animal and go to ground.
Luckily, borrowed knowledge of the terrain still clung to me like secondhand cinnamon. I followed the whiff of remembered spice downhill to a stream bank so steep I could hunch down and be invisible once inside the cavity. Clay walls crumbled as I leapt for momentary safety. Icy water splashed up against my n***d calves.
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