Kara
The morning air was thinner here, high in the mountain valley.. I adjusted the black hood over my head and walked faster, my boots crunching on a frost-laced path that stretched between stone and ash trees.
I didn’t want to cross paths with him ever again.
But of course, fate had a sick sense of humor. Because there he was, leaning against a crooked pine like he was born to annoy me. Arms crossed. That same infuriating smirk curving his lips.
“What the hell,” I muttered, not slowing.
“I thought we established I was too pretty to be this angry,” he called out, straightening from the tree.
I didn’t respond. I didn’t even blink. Just kept walking.
He jogged a few steps to catch up beside me. “You’re limping.”
“No, I’m not.”
“You are.”
I stopped abruptly and turned to face him.
