Lucrezia ran as fast as she could.
Branches tore at her arms as she forced her way through the thickening brush with her heart thumping so fast she thought it might pull out from her chest.
Her breaths came in sharp and uneven bursts as she risked glancing over her shoulder every now and then to gauge where her pursuer was but each time she did this, she felt him getting closer.
Mitch moved through the terrain like he had known all its routes from day one and was only going through them once again– something Lucrezia could totally not relate to.
Her bare feet slammed against the unforgiving ground and each time, she felt something bit into her skin.
Stones, thorns, splintered twigs and all other sort of forest life she couldn't name pricked the under of her foot, causing pain to flare up in her with every movement, but she didn't let that slow her down.
