ROYAL BLOOD
Joya paused, grabbed two oranges, and resumed her running; these men were chasing her like wild dogs.
Her breath was becoming unstable; she looked back. They were gone, nowhere to be found. She slowed down her pace, catching her breath, sweat trickling down her face.
She crouched down, placing both hands on her knees, then inhaled sharply. Just then she began to hear the ground shake under the weight of footsteps approaching.
Joya raised her gaze and was shocked to see the two men coming from the opposite direction; they must have turned around and taken another route.
Joya straightened up, turned around, and began another wild race, the hood on her face falling off. Her pretty face came int