Chapter 17
- AURORA'S POV.
- I'm running through the forest barefooted with a ferociously beating heart. The gust of wind blowing through the trees whips my face like a hundred lashes, but I'm too terrified to feel the pain.
- My right hand is fisting the hem of my skirt, holding it up so it doesn't impair my leg movements as I run past the trees to a place I don't know.