Talya

Getting away was easier than I thought, though I was far from safe. I'd gingerly climbed from the trunk of the car and escaped the back parking lot behind Dmitri's club. My broken leg slowed my progress, but I wasn't letting it stop me. Physical pain was nothing compared to the sizzling burn of desperation darkening my soul.

I placed one shaky foot in front of the other. I could do this. I had no choice.

I did my best to walk normally without drawing ...