Ella’s POV
“Come with me if you want to live,” the stranger repeated.
Looking at him more closely, I noticed he was dressed in worn-out clothes. His chestnut brown hair was long and unkempt, and his overgrown beard made him look as though he hadn’t bathed or cut his hair in years.
I wanted to ask him who he was, but he immediately cut me off.
“If you want to live, don’t waste time asking unnecessary questions. Just come with me,” he said firmly.
I nodded.
It wasn’t like I had much of a choice.
I didn’t know this man, but right now he was our best chance of escaping the people chasing us.
I quickly urged him to help Alex, who was now far too weak to walk.
Without hesitation, the stranger lifted Alex into his arms as though she weighed almost nothing.
Moments later, we were on
