Isla
I froze in place, my feet glued to the spot with fear and confusion. I should move. I needed to move, but why couldn’t I?
I dared a small peek over my shoulder and clamped down on a scream.
A tall, gangly man with long stringy hair was walking casually toward me without a damned care in the world.
I knew he must have been a rogue, even though I’d never encountered one since Silver Moon became my home.
Run - Adrastea pleaded, begged, not for the first time.
I forced my feet to move, even though they felt like lead. I was too slow; my body was so consumed by fear my mind couldn't command my feet fast enough.
I took a few steps forward, a slight jolt of relief flooded through me when my feet started to find their rhythm.
I must have only taken a few steps, though, because somethi
