"Dais," Blake called and walked into my room minutes after Eli left.
"What?" I asked and retied my trainers.
"Can we talk?"
"About?"
"Us? You-"
"Tomorrow," I said and pulled my hair into a ponytail. "I'm going for a run."
"Promise?" Blake said.
"Yes, we'll talk tomorrow," I said and walked past Blake and put my earphones in.
I had to get out. Distract myself. I didn't get nervous. I didn't stress out. I didn't get scared.
But this time... I was.
I was never scared or nervous about missions, I was amazing at what I did. I was one of the best. It was in my blood.
Running away was not.
I'd done it once, and I hadn't succeeded.
But this time I wasn't alone.
I set off at a jog down the road and tried to distract myself. I had hours to kill, I might as well get some running practic
