Fear is what fuels Eliana, forcing her to accelerate her movements through the forest. She clenches her teeth in order to hide her pain, her ankle pulsing up her leg. She has her hair tied up, in order to keep it away from the branches jutting out.
“Hurry," Jasper hisses. “We need to put as much distance between us and Viptan as possible."
Eliana tries to pick up her pace, but her weak ankle protests. “I'm sorry," she gasps.
Jasper comes to a halt, giving her a moment to rest.
“Here, get on my back," he crouches in front of her, his large frame waiting.
Heat builds in her abdomen. Eliana shakes her head, even though he is unable to see it.
“No, I can keep going."
“Don't be stubborn. Your ankle is only going to get worse if you continue pushing it." He clears his throat, “The trees a
