SARAH'S POV
"Let's slow down, please!" I say to Tiffany who has been dragging me by the hand. Tears are running down my face, my sight is blurred and I am almost walking blindly.
My wounds have also began hurting, probably because of the fast paced dragging by Tiffany.
"I am sorry we can't, My Lady!" She says still marching forward.
"Why?"
"Because it's not safe for you out here." She answers.
"But no one knows me here, let's sit for a few minutes, my legs hurt." She stops, giving me a look that tells me she isn't very pleased to do it.
"Okay, but we have to move away from the road because someone may soon recognise you."
She pulls me to a small fruit garden on the side of the road, finds us a clear spot to sit that isn't visible to those on the road.
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