Chapter 172 The Baby In The Empty Cradle

• [XENA]
• I run.
• Branches lash against my face as I force my way through the forest, my lungs burning so violently it feels like I’m breathing fire instead of air. My calves scream with every step, and my knees ache so badly they threaten to give out beneath me, and when my foot catches against a root hidden beneath dead leaves, I stumble hard enough to scrape my palms against the coarse ground. Pain shoots through my skin instantly, making me grit my teeth.