NYX'S POV:
“I can’t… I can’t breathe, Xander. Let’s rest a bit.” My voice came out in tattered pants, my chest rising and falling rapidly as exhaustion grasped my legs and my whole body; I could barely move; I was almost out of breath.
Xander didn’t slow down. If anything, he tightened his grip on me, his body firm with urgency. His sharp eyes darted around as if searching for a safe place to stop, but instead of slowing down, he bent over and, with a small effort, lifted me from the ground onto his shoulders.
Startled, I gasp left my mouth.
“Xander—”
“We can only rest when we’re far enough,” he said, his voice stretched, hoarse from the unyielding pace.
He was pushing himself too hard. Pushing us too hard. But I understood why, it was the best way to get away.
They would still h
