Chapter Sixteen

My legs ached, my arms were sluggish, my eyes heavy and mind numb.

“Sebastian,” I groaned.

"Shut up,"

“I'm tired!" I whined

The bastard doesn't even bother to look back and keeps walking. For the love of moon, its almost night! He didn't even let us stop for lunch and I just had to eat while walking.

"Why can't we just stop and sleep?" I ask him, indignation fueling my limbs to keep working.

"Because this is a long path," Sebastian says, I might just be imagining things but he sounds terse. "We can't waste a single second."

"Are there shorter paths?” I jog a little to match his pace.

"Yes," Sebastian says, staring straight ahead. "The shorter the path, the more dangerous it becomes."

I worry my bottom lip. If we take a shorter path, our chance of winning will... well, remain the same. Because our chances of dying will increase. Multifold.

"Just how dangerous are we talking about?" I asked.

"Enough to not be taken by me.” Sebastian spares me a glance.

My eyebrows shoot to my hair