Fiona
My gown was beginning to feel heavy. My feet were wet, and probably bruised from my several minutes of running.
My head snapped backward for the hundredth time. He wasn’t in sight, but I wasn’t going to take any chances. I’m not stopping until I get somewhere safe.
Maybe.
I shouldn’t have been scared since he wasn’t near, but the clanging noises of the shackles in my hands gave my location away as it echoed through the trees. My heart kept leaping into my throat. My eyes constantly darted around, watching carefully if he was going to pop out of nowhere.
The weight of what happened a while ago was heavy in my stomach. The memory of him cutting down his comrades refused to leave the back of my eyes. I blinked hard, trying to shut off the memory—the bloody scene I had just wit
