Kiara's POV
I got no clue where I was but I was running.
Not the clean, wind-in-your-hair, freedom kind of running they show in tampon ads. Nope!
The kind where your lungs feel like they are shredding from the inside and your feet are leaving wet prints behind you.
I could feel it actually. My skin splitting open, blood slick between my toes, every step hurt like a bitch. But I couldn't stop.
Because they were behind me.
Dozens of them. Right behind us.
Boots were pounding stone.I could hear the clicking of their arms. They carried silvered guns and swords and what not. I could hear orders being barked through the smoke.
"Don't let them reach the gates!"
"Take the shot!"
"Ready to fire,sir!"
Gunfire cracked through the alleyways of the old Cathedral City.
I clutched the warm bundle tighter against my chest as his shrill yelp filled the air. They scared the poor little babe.
