Delilah

I ran until my lungs burned and my legs felt like they'd give out.

The silver cuffs were still on my wrists, burning with each movement, but I didn't care. Tristan was back there fighting for his life while I ran like a coward.

No. Not a coward. I was getting help. Getting backup.

The farmstead appeared through the trees and I nearly sobbed with relief.

"Lana!" I screamed, stumbling into the clearing. "Lana! Help!"

The door burst open and Lana rushed out, Sarah right behind her. ...