Cathy

The shirt I wear, his shirt, whips around my thighs. Reaching the other end of the building, I hear the shouts as soldiers pursue me.

I still can’t believe he’d left the suite without locking it behind him, that there had been no guard on duty. Rocky was crude and an leader-hole, but he wasn’t sloppy. Had he done this deliberately?

Yet, this is too good an opportunity, and I have to take it, even if it means being caught and punished. I have nothing to lose.

The sound of footsteps racing in pursuit thunders, and blood thuds at my temples; my pulse beats so fast that I feel dizzy, yet I keep going.

I run through the gardens, to where the scent of the river floats to me. A cry breaks out behind me, and I pick up my pace.

My feet skid on the stones, and pain rips up my legs. I bite my lip to hold back my groans. Stumbling over the uneven ground I reach the parapet wall and peer over the side. The water of the T