The Desperate Flight

POV: Marcella.

In less than thirty minutes, the crushing heartbreak of the courtyard faded beneath a raging tide of pure adrenaline. We were actually doing this. We were leaving.

I stripped off the formal gown, letting the heavy fabric pool on the floor like a discarded skin. I shoved my arms into a faded, loose gray t-shirt and pulled on a pair of thick, durable black leggings. I tied my hair