Chapter 59

• The night discuss was thick and chilly, its coolness doing little to soothe the choking pressure that held Haven and his spouse. Their breaths came in shallow, frozen wheezes, the cold moist of fear clinging to their skin like a moment layer. The rough earth street extended unendingly ahead, gulped by the darkness on both sides, the only source of light coming from the dim shine of the moon that looked through holes within the clouds.
• They had been running for what felt like hours, the adrenaline in their veins was their fuel. Behind them, the unmissable, but unmistakable yells of Matthew and Damon echoed through the forest, a consistent reminder that the dangers were still exceptionally much in sight.
• "Keep moving," Haven encouraged, his voice low but firm, looking over his shoulder each few steps. His grasp on her hand was tight, nearly agonizing, as if he letting go would mean losing her to the void behind them.