It was dark inside, and Alaric had no idea what they were running from and no clue where they were. The only source of light was from the weak street lamp outside that peeked through the small cracks on the old, broken door. It barely illuminated anything, that all he could make out was Erin's faint silhouette. He could feel Erin's heart beating wildly against him—or maybe that was his chest going wild with adrenaline—and all he could hear were their ragged breaths. He could feel the sweat trickling down his neck, the irritating heat of the city exacerbated by their running, and the skin of Erin's fingers and palm against the lower half of his face.
On a normal occasion, he could easily fight back, but his instincts told him to do as he was told and remain quiet.
Soon after, they heard f
