Chapter 122

It seemed like all I do in my life was run —run from danger, from the past, from Enzo. Whatever it was, I was always on the run and right now was no different.

My chaser was hot on my tail, gaining on me. My lungs burned, my stomach churned, my feet pounded against the ground as I pushed them forward like my life depended on it— it did.

Whoever was chasing me wasn't doing it for funsies nor were t