Chapter Eight
Runaway
“A runaway!” Julia cried. “Oh, it’s been a long time since we’ve had one of those.” Her hand squeezed Paige’s arm, and she broke out in a big smile. “I’m not waiting for Anya to collect you and miss out on this. C’mon!”
She led the way, urging Paige at the end of the taut leash to hurry up. Paige did the best she could, but the armbinder made running difficult. One of her knees scrapped the rough, gravel path, but Julia didn’t let up on the leash, and Paige struggled to regain her stride. She leaned forward, bent over at the waist and that seemed to help. Paige started to catch up and readied a sharp comment on how Julia would like to be led around by a choke collar. However, her thoughts remained silent when they emerged from the trees and Paige’s bare fe
