(Naya's POV)
I barely make it out before I feel eyes on me.
A figure steps in my path as I round the corner toward the main estate.
Sarah.
The supposed new fiancée.
"Where do you think you're going in such a hurry?" she asks, voice syrupy sweet, but her eyes gleam with malice.
"Move," I snap.
She tilts her head. "Why? So you can return to Kieran and tattle like a little girl?"
I stiffen.
She leans in. "Joan and I—" she smirks, "we have a plan. And you're not in it."
I hear them before I see them. Heavy boots hitting the ground, fast.
Goons.
My blood turns to ice.
I turn and run.
The forest is a blur around me.
Twigs snap underfoot, branches whip at my face, but I push forward.
Until I don’t.
The ground disappears beneath me, and suddenly, I’m at the edge of a steep mountain cliff.
A dead end.
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Footsteps slow behind me.
I turn, breathing hard. Joan stands in front of the group, and Sarah is beside her.
"Such a shame," Joan muses. "I was hoping
