Layla’s POV
I haven’t seen Vincent in person, and I told him not to come if there was a chance to be caught.
The first letter I found felt like a coincidence.
The second felt like a pattern.
The third felt like a promise.
He’s watching and waiting to help. The letters offer a brief bit of strength each time I find a new one.
I move through the trees again, slower than the others, but that’s nothing new. Neither is the fact that they continue running without waiting for me. The distance between me and my patrol squad grows until their voices and scents grow dull.
Either they don’t notice me falling behind or they just don’t care… not that they ever cared.
I’ve been using that to my advantage.
Their lack of concern for me makes it incredibly easy to slip away to retrieve and
