Makes Haste Crossword Novels & Stories

Lazarus bantered. "You see, I fucking hate roads where there are small alleys, humps, and more branches to go to. I want a path that is clean and straightforward. Why is that, you may ask? That's because it's faster to reach your objective in your game, unlike some of those people. Now, look at them, sulking because an important piece in their game is on the verge of dying, so don't tell me that you two— Haru and Cedric—will end up like them?" Lazarus added.

Julian replied, successfully setting Cayden's spirits up even more. "Hasty the Naughty Horse?" the toddler cried with sparkling eyes. "Yes. Hurry up and meet Hasty before he gets tired, Little Prince,” Julian urged, deliberately making his nephew impatient. That way, Max wouldn't be able to avoid the Mad Horse. A second later, Cayden started to move his feet. Swinging his body, he tugged at his father's clothes. "Come on, Dad! We have to hurry! Ace and I want to see how fast the horse can run."

She nodded, and the stranger grabbed her wrist, pulling her into the shadows. They moved through the halls easily, the stranger’s every movement was quick. Olivia’s heart pounded as they passed doorways, her fear of being caught was growing with every step. “Where are we going?” she asked breathlessly. “There’s a hidden exit,” the stranger replied. “But we’ll have to move fast. Victor’s men won’t stay distracted for long.” As they came across a corner, the stranger suddenly stopped, holding up a hand for silence. Olivia paused, to hear what had caught their attention.