“NO!” Flint’s immediate protest was predicted. She gripped my arm tight enough to make me wince, but she would never intentionally hurt me. Her voice was raw when she said, “I would never let you go like that, Golds. You’re my friend. Who knows what would happen to you? Let me go with you.”
“No.” This time, it came from Sawyer. The brute man was standing between us, hands crossed in front of his chest, and his face was as cold as the snow in winter. He was unmoving ever since I got Flint away to talk to her. Like a guard, he was hovering around us with the immediate danger that could harm our lives lurking around the woods.
We were pretty separated from the rest of our group, hidden behind a big brown tree that covered our bodies.
Flint glared at him. Her eyes were slightly watering a
