Chapter 162

• Lily’s POV
• Just a few meters from the cave, footsteps echoed! I could even hear them bumping against branches and snapping dead twigs.
• I held my breath. My blood felt as if it had frozen to ice. My heart was pounding so hard it threatened to explode. I crouched down and squeezed through the narrow opening, not caring that I was on the verge of collapse, grabbed Ethan’s arm, and used my last ounce of strength to pull him deeper inside. The makeshift cover I’d set up earlier—a few stones and a tangle of thorny hawthorn branches—suddenly seemed pitifully inadequate.