Chapter 13
Finn huddled behind a shipping crate just out of the moonlight. Dark bruising swelled around his eye, complimenting the old scar above it, and the stoop in his shoulders gave away his exhaustion. His body was fighting to carry on, though his mind felt numb with days of being chased, each hour blurring into the next. He couldn't even be sure how long it had been. Days. Too many days. And the Angel's men were out there still.
He hadn’t known the true number of them until he’d had to hide, and every time he'd tried to break free, they were quick on his tail. Every corner, every shopfront it seemed, there stood a man with a black cuff on his wrist, eyes scanning for him.
But it was the image of Tessie's blue eyes, wide with terror, that beckoned him through the fog every time he
