59 Adam nearly dropped Rachel when a man appeared seemingly out of nowhere. Bright light shot from the man’s brow, and a hood shrouded his head and obscured his features. “Who are you?” Adam asked. His arms quivered with exhaustion. He’d told himself he could put Rachel down when he reached the path through the trees, the path the man was now blocking. He wasn’t going to make it. “Damn you, I said leave her in peace!” The man raised a weapon—something long—over his shoulder. Adam didn’t wait to see what it was. He wheeled with the girl, back the way he’d come, and heard the resounding clang of metal on rock behind him a second later. There was nowhere to go. Adam couldn’t leave the path while carrying Rachel, and ahead, even the path itself was rocky enough to slow him down. He’d never

