Saras POV
Dirty, sweaty, and exhausted, I finally arrived at the archway. the grey stone glittering in the afternoon sun. Slumping down to the ground, I tried to compose myself, pushing back my messy hair stuck to my damp head. I would hate to see how I look right now. My mouth was desert dry. I opened and closed my mouth hoping to miraculously create some moisture. Fat chance. Letting out a huge sigh like a horse braying, I began looking for a stone. Let's be honest, the longer I hang about the more chance Drew has of finding me, once he has that letter, it's over - no way would he let me go. Walking around in circles like a zombie with no focus, the rocks are too small, too smooth, too fragile. I needed something to break the skin. Collecting rock after rock, examining them only to thro
