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“For fuck’s sake, Meira, move your ass!”
The undead come fast, and panic twists Bardhyl’s expression, heavy with the dilemma of if he should to leave me behind and save himself.
But if we split up now, I’ll never know the truth of what is wrong with me.
Goddamn Shadow Monsters. Of all times to attack, they come now?
I spin away from them, and then we run.
Bardhyl holds on to me tightly, as if to keep me safe, butheis the real one in danger here. If I want to hear about the blood test, I need to make sure he survives. Funny how irony can be a pain in my freaking ass.
Bardhyl
My breaths come hard. I shove my feet to the ground, covering the ground fast, hauling Meira alongside me.
For those few seconds, I swore she’d take off and use the undead as a mask, but me telling her about her blood test couldn’t have come at a better time. I’ll use that to keep her by my side for as long as possible and ensure I get her back to the pack.
I dare a glance behind me. Those fucking assholes aren’t giving up, though we’ve put a fair distance between us through the dense woods. They won’t stop until they lose sight of us.
“What did the test show?” she asks between gasping breaths. “Tell me.”
“Later,” I retort.
“No, now. It’s the perfect time,” she huffs beside me. “What if you die and I never find out?”
She infuriates me. I have a mind to toss her over my lap and make that pretty little ass of hers pink.
I cut her a harsh look, seeing right through her plan. “Then you better make sure I don’t die.”
She narrows her gaze, and I know that if we weren’t running at full tilt, she would have punched me. I might have enjoyed it, too.
I leap over a dead log right after her and swerve to follow the downward slope of the land.
When she twists her head toward me, the smile on her face is cunning and not something I expect. But she doesn’t faze me. If she wants to play this game, she won’t know what hit her. I can push her buttons if that’s how she wants to do this.
The foliage-covered ground rushes out from under my feet, and I crash onto my ass, a grunt rolling over my lips. I scramble back up just as Meira tumbles over the steep descent. I lash out and snatch the back of her top, seizing her against me rather than letting her fall.
She’s breathing heavily, and I stare behind us to where a scattering of the undead track after us. The herd has definitely thinned, but even with my blade, I couldn’t risk a fight here. Too many followed. What we need is a means to hide and conceal ourselves until they disappear.
“There!” Meira yells out, pointing to something slightly to our right, but all I see are trees.
In moments, we burst out of the woods to a small clearing at the edge of a cliff, spearing outward on either side of us.
My eyes lock on a dilapidated bridge made of ropes and wooden planks that looks like it might crumble if I step foot on it. It spans about a hundred feet over a gorge, to a side that seems free of the undead. But it looks so high, I’m not sure how safe the bridge is.
Meira goes first to cross this rickety thing, which is brave of her.
I smirk to myself, but that moment of cheer evaporates when a guttural moan comes from behind me.
Quickly, we rush onto the bridge, the wood groaning under my weight, and the whole thing starts swinging from side to side with our fast steps.
I make the mistake of looking down to the snake-like river down below, and my head spins from the distance. I clutch onto the rope, my legs locking in place as I picture myself falling over and plummeting to my death.
I fucking love my life, and I fight tooth and nail every day to survive. But now, I can’t get the image of me falling through this broken bridge and dying out of my head.
My heartbeat pounds in my ears.
“Bardhyl, what are you doing? Move your legs,” Meira berates me, her voice irritated.
