“Where the f**k do you think you are going, Myra?” Draven snarled; there was no hint of kindness in his voice, only irritation as she looked away. She didn't stop moving even as he continued walking behind her.
“How did you find me?”
“You think stealing maps from my study and leaving your scent, which you clearly can’t control, won’t give you away, Doctor?” He called as Myra cursed under her breath but didn’t turn back.
Even as her knees felt heavy with each step she took to cross over the forest, there was still an overwhelming need to stop everything and run towards Draven, to cry in his arms and let herself feel weak.
But right now she couldn’t stop, couldn’t be distracted any longer from her goals. “I'm leaving. I'm going to Hawklaw myself and anywhere I'd rather be than here,” she
