CHAPTER 85
STORM’s POV:
I ran,
I just kept running even as my lungs protested. I didn't stop, even as my muscles protested; I didn't dare. I ran faster than I have ever run as the wind whipped through my skin, almost blowing off the blonde wig on my hair. I continued running; the smell of sweet, sweet freedom was only a few meters away. But why did I suddenly feel like I was doing the wrong thing?
As much as I tried to ignore the painful feeling of abandoning him, the pain still lingered. I could feel the hex binding us slowly dissipate as I ran even further from him. It left me feeling nothing but emptiness. Like a gaping hole was dug into my chest.
My light body helped me as I jumped over roots and dodged branches. The cold night air nipped at my skin, causing gooseflesh to appea
