CHAPTER ELEVEN“I cannot go any further,” Vivian cried with her breath coming in sobbing gasps.
The sweat was pouring down her face, making streaks through the grease and dirt
“You have to,” said Alec sternly. “We must reach the mountains as quickly as possible.”
“I cannot! I cannot!” she cried, dragging her legs in weariness and weighed down by the heavy folds of her disguise.
Alec reached out and took hold of her arm, holding it above the elbow in a fierce almost cruel grip.
“Hurry,” he urged her sternly.
Hating him, she struggled on, too weary and far too exhausted to protest, half-blinded by the glaring sun, her mouth parched and her lips dry.
It was over three hours since they had left the Monastery. They had walked out of the prison past all the guards at the entrance and turne
