Sky Dust

Chapter 32

He waited for a while more, unable to gather his thoughts. He caught himself muttering every one of them under his breath.

As he struggled up, the door burst open. The first thing he spotted was a patch of white hair. Then Vivia was pushed inside.

She didn't seem to be looking at him. He stood up and tried to touch her, but before he could, she flew out of the door, pushing the guards away. Spencer sneaked out after her.

"Vivia!"

He looked at his surroundings. This place was some kind of camp, with tents and trailers scattered around. Spencer had no clue where to run.

Anywhere away from here would do.

Vivia had already vanished, as if she had left into thin air. Someone grabbed his collar and yanked him backwards, but he dodged and pulled himself out.

His feet moved automatically; it was like an instinct. He reached the nearest tent and took a turn. Some white hair showed up there, and he chased it. He checked his pouch and remembered that he didn't have much blood dust left.

Why hadn't he thought of bringing the gun?

Spencer heard his name being called as he tumbled down. He was yanked up, snow still rolling down from his cheeks and melting on the way. He pulled his hand out.

"Spencer?"

He started running and looked back, noticing the white shine behind him. It was Vivia. He stopped.

She frowned. Someone pulled him away with greater strength, and she ran after him. His hand flew out, and then he realized that he was lying on the ground.

"Do you have the blood dust?" She asked, turning his body over. He tried to get up. Vivia stared at his pouch.

"Thank God," she grabbed his shoulder. "Follow me!"

They disappeared behind a tent. Spencer could barely breathe, and his hands had almost turned pale. He tried to rub them against each other, but it was still difficult. He needed some warmth.

He stopped for one second just to catch his breath. When he looked up, Vivia was nowhere to be seen. Someone pulled him into a tent, and his glance fell on a gun. His fingers wrapped around it when he fell.

"We caught the human."

He turned around, picking the gun up. The cold was making him a little awkward, but he had to give it a try.

The tent was small and empty. He looked out carefully and saw two men talking to each other.

When he was about to shoot, one turned around.

"Put that down."