Just hearing his voice made all the hairs on my body stand at attention. I could feel my heart drop into the pits of my stomach. Dread flooded my veins, and I refused to turn around, hoping that if I didn't, he would just magically go away.
I was so close. If I had just a ten-second head start, I would've probably been able to make it out.
Unfortunately, I wasn't allowed the option of pretending I hadn't heard him. Before I could move, a hand plastered itself on my shoulder, forcing me to turn around.
I came face-to-face with Soren's enraged eyes. He had a couple of scratches across his face. Dirt and dust caked his body, and several areas of his clothing seemed torn. It looked as though he had been caught in the crossfire.
"You're trying to leave again," he said. It wasn't a question, but rather a statement.
One that was very correct.
I shrugged his hand off, taking a step back to put some distance between us.
