prologue
How long have I been running?
All I can hear are my choppy breaths and loud beats of my heart. I know my legs are about to give out at any given moment.
I'm positive that if it wasn't for the adrenaline pumping through my veins, this would have been on the ground gasping for air about two miles back. My energy is running low and I know I won't be able to go much longer.
The heavy footsteps of my pursuer are getting closer.
"Emma!", a husky voice says. I do not try to recognize the voice, all I do is to try to figure out how the hell to escape.
My adrenaline pumps faster than ever right as I hit a dead end of an alleyway.
I look around trying to find an exit just as a large hand grabs my wrist. Before I can comprehend what is happening, I am forcefully shoved against the cold brick of the alleyway building. Another hand covers my mouth before I can scream for help.
"Gotcha."
