Chapter 92
- Fiona’s POV
- The five of us sprinted through the thickening dusk, our breaths ragged and urgent. The pounding footsteps behind us never faded, each one a cruel reminder that we were being hunted.
- "God, they're like wild rats at the smell of fresh food." Lyn panted with ill-concealed disgust as we ran, looking back to see the large group of masked men.