I stuck his blade in the waist of my dress and fled back toward camp.
“Really, Sam?” He called after me. “Do you honestly think you’re going to get away from me?”
Really, Jaecar. You bastard.
He tossed his arms. “I’m a Border Guard! I hunt down intruders all night. Most nights.”
“I’m not an intruder!” I tossed over my shoulder. Not slowing my pace.
My animosity growing with each step. The mere fact that I was fleeing someone I had considered myself so close to was not lost on me.
He wasn’t moving.
Probably thinking he’ll catch up to me easily enough.
He’s underestimated me. I thought. Confidence beginning to surge.
You’re just like them afterall, Jaecar!
Perhaps someone would’ve thought it was silly that I would flee the one man I trusted from our camp when he offered to be m
