I run as fast as my weary lungs and throbbing legs can carry me.
I know I won't be getting away from Jeff on my own. I'm lucking out right now. I run faster, pouring on the speed.
A bullet whizzes past my arm, burning my skin. I yelp and dive behind a tree. I hear someone cry out and make a gurgling noise. I slowly turn to look, and see Habit ripping his hatchet out of a Dog's throat.
"Habit!" I exclaim, but he's getting attacked.
I am not a damsel in distress.
So I Evan charge out of the safety of the tree and body slam into the Dog, knocking him on the ground. Habit whirls around, but stops when he sees me. His green eyes are wild and looking all over me, and I feel the heat of his gaze as it slides all over me.
He pulls me close to him, and that's when I realise he's covered in blood. He runs a hand over my head and sighs deeply, taking in my scent. I look up at him. We may be in a war zone, but he's still enticing to me.
Habit scoops me up in his arms and we're gone.
