Hurried steps could be heard echoing from inside the cave. The voices were familiar. Heavy, fast, full of anger. Victor's men.
Sam cursed inwardly. With his breath caught and his wounds still oozing, he was forced to get up and run towards the mouth of the other cave-a small path that he had barely noticed before.
Without turning his head, Sam crept out, through the undergrowth and sharp rocks. The moon hung dimly in the sky, its light enough to help Sam see the way, albeit faintly. He had no idea where to go. But his instincts told him to keep walking. Away.
Thorns tore through his pants and the skin of his legs. His feet tripped over roots time and time again, but Sam kept going. His body was unsteady, his steps faltering.
Finally, he staggered and fell to the ground under a large tr
