Emilia gripped my arm harder. "We can't stop."
I agreed. She was correct. We had to disappear before Marcus could find us. But where?
My mind whirled. There was only one choice left—only one person we could go to.
Ethan.
Emilia seemed to realize the same thing because she glared at me, her expression grim. "We go to him."
I stalled. Ethan and I. we had a past and not a good one. But now was not the time for old hurts.
"We don't have a choice," she whispered.
Heavy boots stomped against concrete behind us.
No, we didn't.
Without saying a word, we ran.
{Emilia's POV}
The cold of the night stung at my lungs as we sprinted. With each step, I was rebelling and my body was screaming in protest but I couldn't stop. Stopping meant dying.
Vickson held my wrist firmly taking me through the maze of alleyways. Behind us, Marcus's men were not far off. Too close. Their shouting, their hurrying footsteps and a constant reminder that we did not have long.
