Marian’s POV

I cut through the woods as fast as I could, my breath itched so hard but I kept going. The woods were a nightmare of snapping branches as I cracked through them, my designer heels long discarded, my bare feet tearing on roots and stones I could barely feel the pain. Jordan gripped my hand tightly, pulling me forward.

Behind us, distant shouts and flashlight beams sliced through the trees—Mason’s team was closing in fast on us.

“Faster!” I hissed, my breath ragged. ...