The forest was full of shadows, full of danger. Isla’s breath came in tight, controlled gasps as she fell into line behind Damien, who half-carried, half-towed Camilla with him. The woman was pale, her wound holding her back, but her gaze blazed with a ferocity Isla had never witnessed.
Nathaniel and Gabriel were a few paces behind, safeguarding their withdrawal. The gunfire was distant now, but Isla knew better than to trust that they’d left Lancaster’s men behind.
They weren’t running.
They were hunting.
“How much farther?”
“What’s wrong?” Damien asked, his voice low but urgent.
Camilla grated her teeth. “Five minutes.”
“Make it three,” Gabriel said, looking over his shoulder.
“They’re regrouping.”
The dense trees pressed as she moved through, tightening the grip on her g*n. H
