Luna’s POV
I knew he would agree. Dante’s too stubborn, too full of confidence to say no. He told himself nothing I could do in a minute would work.
He’s wrong.
The moment his eyes closed, I backed into the trees when I was sure he wouldn't hear. I bolted.
“Game on, little deer!” Dante’s voice cuts through the woods, and I push myself harder, feet pounding against the forest floor, stumbling over twigs and roots. Every noise I make is betraying me, each snap of a branch underfoot giving away my position. He’s hunting me.
But slowing down isn’t an option. It would only give him the advantage, allow him to close the distance. I dive behind a thick tree, pausing just long enough to listen for his footsteps. He’s not too close, but not far enough for me to relax either.
Keep moving. Do
