18 parts Ongoing MatureI looked behind, he is a little far. I removed my heels while running and threw at him. The heels came flying towards him, and instead of ducking or dodging, he stood still and caught them effortlessly.
"Temper, Mia Cara." His voice was mocking, but there was an edge of warning to it. "That won't make me any kinder when I catch you."
I'm tired, too tired. I can barely walk now, but I'm still running. He could sense my flagging energy as he was walking with a lazy grace now, stalking down the alley, knowing I couldn't go much further.
"Are you giving up?"
Hell no.
I tried to run faster. I looked down at my bleeding feet. Run. Run. Run.