True to James’ word, he kept me three feet ahead of him as he led me to where Zacharias wanted me. I couldn’t help but think back to when Zacharias had played hero and saved me from the wolves, and forced me to walk ahead of him, with his hand on my back, as he escorted me back to his cabin. James didn’t touch me, but I was aware of his presence. I knew that like Zacharias, he would not let me run.
I kept my head up high, my eyes sore and tender from crying. There was a fraught feeling in the air, both of us uncomfortable and skittish in one another’s presence. I felt guilty because I had taken out my pent up stress on James, and all he had done was what he was told. I had a hard time swallowing that.
But he truly had ticked me off. I could understand him being strict in following Zachar
