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burst of red blush flashes on her face, and she goes to stand in front of Donovan. Their height difference is pretty clear, and Donovan completely leans over Emily as she glares up at him.
“The rules are simple,” she says, glancing at me and at the group behind us. “You chase me, you tag me, you win. You can do whatever you need to do to catch me.”
“Anything?” I say.
“Anything. And I will do the same for you to not catch me.” She eyes Donovan, gripping his broomstick. “No weapons allowed.”
“Bullshit!” he yells. “This is a plot to kill us!”
“Hun, if I wanted you dead, I’d kill you myself and definitely wouldn’t use a game to do so.” She narrows her slanted eyes. “Drop ‘em.”
I place my hand on Donovan’s arm to calm him down, and his eyes dart toward me angrily.
“Donovan, I think she’s trying to help.”
I don’t want to believe Emily. Her emotions and actions are definitely suspicious. But she, in fact, is trying to help us learn, with a twisted method of doing so. Donovan’s breathing becomes normal.
“Where are we playing this stupid game? Here on the field?” Donovan asks.
“No, idiot, in the forest.”
I hold onto Donovan’s hand in case he might lash out at Emily and cause a battle right here. He glances down at me and clenches his fingers around mine.
“It’s okay,” I mutter.
There’s a reason why he’d get furious again; elves are hard to kill in the forest. My first thought is the portal, and that is the reason why they’d run into the forest. It makes me rethink my assumption when Emily suggested we play tag in the woods. Donovan tightens his grip. Tag shouldn’t be that hard anyway; it’s a child’s game.
“What does this game have to do with us training?”
“It builds your endurance and strategic improvisation,” she explains. “I’m sure you two will be fine. It’s only little ole me.” Carissa giggles in the background, and before we know it, Emily’s hazel green eyes are glowing in front of us. She slaps the side of my arm.
“Tag. You’re it.”
Chapter 6
Emily sprang into the air, kicking me onto the ground and dashing into the woods. Christian pushes his way through the crowded bunch, helping me up. I jerk my arm away from him, glaring up at him.
“Don’t touch me.” I don’t know why he’d think touching me is all right after abandoning me in a forbidden forest with corrupt mystics. If trust is what he wants from me, it is far gone by now.
“I can explain why I brought you there.”
To kill me, to do something others fear. Strange enough, that little part comes back to my memory. He is in my mind, twisting and pulling different kinds of illusions, making me believe anything he is saying to me. I don’t know his game, but I’m sure of the reason why he’s a favorite here and why others are jealous of him. He can do things others can’t.
“You guys better get her before it becomes hide and go seek,” Carissa says.
Donovan jogs toward the forest, stopping to look back at me. Christian’s sweet scent wafts into my nostrils.
No, I will not be pulled into his manipulation again.
“She’s fast. Don’t chase behind her, and you should surrender if she climbs a tree,” Christian says to me. Walking away back into the crowd of elves, he is shoved around by the group of guys.
“Go back to your rotten forest,” one of the elves spits at him.
“Rose!” Donovan yells for me.
I walk to Don and take one last glance behind me. Christian is gone. Carissa skips toward the group of elves with her bow in her hands, nudges her friends whispering in their huddle. She looks up at me, feigns shooting my face, and laughs, flicking her blonde hair from in front of her eyes.
Christian says he doesn’t fit in here that much. Why did he have a gang in the forest we were forced to kill? If he is the leader of this group, you'd think he'd be less of a pushover. If we didn’t kill
“The rules are simple,” she says, glancing at me and at the group behind us. “You chase me, you tag me, you win. You can do whatever you need to do to catch me.”
“Anything?” I say.
“Anything. And I will do the same for you to not catch me.” She eyes Donovan, gripping his broomstick. “No weapons allowed.”
“Bullshit!” he yells. “This is a plot to kill us!”
“Hun, if I wanted you dead, I’d kill you myself and definitely wouldn’t use a game to do so.” She narrows her slanted eyes. “Drop ‘em.”
I place my hand on Donovan’s arm to calm him down, and his eyes dart toward me angrily.
“Donovan, I think she’s trying to help.”
I don’t want to believe Emily. Her emotions and actions are definitely suspicious. But she, in fact, is trying to help us learn, with a twisted method of doing so. Donovan’s breathing becomes normal.
“Where are we playing this stupid game? Here on the field?” Donovan asks.
“No, idiot, in the forest.”
I hold onto Donovan’s hand in case he might lash out at Emily and cause a battle right here. He glances down at me and clenches his fingers around mine.
“It’s okay,” I mutter.
There’s a reason why he’d get furious again; elves are hard to kill in the forest. My first thought is the portal, and that is the reason why they’d run into the forest. It makes me rethink my assumption when Emily suggested we play tag in the woods. Donovan tightens his grip. Tag shouldn’t be that hard anyway; it’s a child’s game.
“What does this game have to do with us training?”
“It builds your endurance and strategic improvisation,” she explains. “I’m sure you two will be fine. It’s only little ole me.” Carissa giggles in the background, and before we know it, Emily’s hazel green eyes are glowing in front of us. She slaps the side of my arm.
“Tag. You’re it.”
Chapter 6
Emily sprang into the air, kicking me onto the ground and dashing into the woods. Christian pushes his way through the crowded bunch, helping me up. I jerk my arm away from him, glaring up at him.
“Don’t touch me.” I don’t know why he’d think touching me is all right after abandoning me in a forbidden forest with corrupt mystics. If trust is what he wants from me, it is far gone by now.
“I can explain why I brought you there.”
To kill me, to do something others fear. Strange enough, that little part comes back to my memory. He is in my mind, twisting and pulling different kinds of illusions, making me believe anything he is saying to me. I don’t know his game, but I’m sure of the reason why he’s a favorite here and why others are jealous of him. He can do things others can’t.
“You guys better get her before it becomes hide and go seek,” Carissa says.
Donovan jogs toward the forest, stopping to look back at me. Christian’s sweet scent wafts into my nostrils.
No, I will not be pulled into his manipulation again.
“She’s fast. Don’t chase behind her, and you should surrender if she climbs a tree,” Christian says to me. Walking away back into the crowd of elves, he is shoved around by the group of guys.
“Go back to your rotten forest,” one of the elves spits at him.
“Rose!” Donovan yells for me.
I walk to Don and take one last glance behind me. Christian is gone. Carissa skips toward the group of elves with her bow in her hands, nudges her friends whispering in their huddle. She looks up at me, feigns shooting my face, and laughs, flicking her blonde hair from in front of her eyes.
Christian says he doesn’t fit in here that much. Why did he have a gang in the forest we were forced to kill? If he is the leader of this group, you'd think he'd be less of a pushover. If we didn’t kill
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