As I run through the woods, my heart pounds in my chest, each thud a frantic reminder of the chaos around me. The air is thick with the scent of the night, and with every breath, I can taste the tension building. Diego’s words echo in my mind. If I’m found, if they catch me, I could be claimed by a male, torn away from him, from what little safety and familiarity I have left. The thought makes my stomach twist with dread. I don’t know what life would be like with anyone else, but I know what it’s like with Diego. It’s not perfect, not by a long shot, but it’s the only thing I’ve known.
Sometimes, it’s better to stay with the demon you know.
The scent of pine and damp earth fills my senses as I leap over fallen branches and rocks, my feet barely finding purchase. My skirt catches on every
