Kailey ran, her feet barely hitting the packed earth. Twigs whipped at her arms and a broken branch sliced a line across her cheek as she ducked beneath a leaning, half-rotted trunk. On the other side, there was a sharp twenty-foot drop. With any luck, one of the bastards would try to leap over the top and she’d have one less soldier to worry about. Flipping herself onto her stomach, she grabbed for the familiar handhold in the rock and held her breath until her toes found the ledge. Only a handbreadth wide. She had to move slowly, no matter that she could hear them now, crashing through the forest, making a sound as if the trees themselves had uprooted and joined in the hunt.
If she made it to the caves, they’d never find her.
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