Chapter 115 Rescued!

• The sound of people chasing them, crashing into the undergrowth, alerted the fleeing women to the fact that their pursuers were behind them.
• Tripping over a large hidden root, Melissa crashed onto the ground, biting her lip to prevent the groan from escaping as she realised, she had twisted her ankle.
• “Go on, Poe, get away,” she hissed, as he put her hand out to retrieve her revolver and then saw, in shock, that it had fallen away, disappearing into the undergrowth when she fell. Proserpina had stopped running, her face a study of terror, but she came to Melissa and knelt in the wet leaves and roots.