#Chapter 230: On The Edge

When we are deep into the forest, Roman stops running. Turning toward me, he gently pushes me into the shadow of a tree. Reaching down, he grabs fistfuls of mud and rising again, begins to cover my arms in the muck.

“Roman?” I ask.

“To disguise your scent,” he tells me. “Help me. Here.”

He passes over some of the mud and I begin to rub it into my exposed skin. Roman takes extra time covering my ne