She ran as fast as her legs would carry her. The night cold air slapped against her skin as she ran, and her breath grew ragged and hot in her throat. But she still went on, hoping the assassin followed.

She had to put enough distance between the assassin and her mother. All harm could come to her, but nothing was allowed to touch her mother. That one thought kept her determined as she kept going.

As she fled, she couldn't help but recall Bailey's words again.

"you'll be in danger…. ...