Jessica/Tessa’s pov;
I glanced at Zane, wondering if he had the same thought as I did.
He nodded. “I’ll go around the back. You go through the other way and if you find him before me, use the whistle.”
I nodded, but inwardly, I had no intention to alert him. I was going to end this myself, once and for all.
“Jessica,” he said again, as though he could read my thoughts. “Don’t fight him alone.”
I nodded. “I’ll alert you, if I see him first.”
He grunted in response, but I could see that he didn’t look convinced.
A few of the guards went with him and a few, with me.
I began to track the footprints, fresh footprints, thin at first, little more than dents in the mud where someone had tried very hard to hide their trail, but the deeper I followed them into the forest, the clearer they be
