Page 99 of The Darkest Hour

I just knew for a fact that, if I did notice him first, I would run, but. . .perhaps there was a part of me that didn’t think I would immediately flee.

Maybe that part of me would want to see Havoc, to feel the heat of his gaze, to hear the low growl in his throat that promised a sweet, terrible end to his hunt.

I shivered and picked up my pace.

Stop it.

Sweat trickled down the side of my face.

You’re just not sane. Okay? Due to not getting any food or sleep. That’s it.

I couldn’t help but wonder if Havoc had gotten out of those ropes already.

Was he free, even now, tracking me through the shadows with that powerful nose?

Would he truly hunt me?

Catch me?

Fuck me?

The thought sent a fresh surge of panic through my body, and with that. . .also came this undeniable lust.

What is wrong with me?

I forced my legs to move faster, even as exhaustion clawed at my muscles.

Apparently, the island was much bigger than I had guessed.

The forest seemed endless.

This limitless darkness stretched before me.

Just keep going.

After a while, I found the stream.

I thought I heard trickling water. Good. I’m not completely going crazy.

Beyond exhausted, I slowed down and stumbled over to it.

The stream glistened under the moonlight. Its watery surface reflected the stars above. Smooth stones lined the edges and a few fallen leaves floated.

I looked around to make sure Havoc wasn’t near nor anyone else.

Okay. He isn’t here.

Cautiously, I knelt down by the stream, keeping my back rigid and ears alert for any sound that wasn't the burbling of water or whispering wind.

My heart pounded.

I found drinking water. This has to be a good sign.

With a trembling hand, I scooped up the cool water and splashed it on my heated face. Its chill was soothing on my skin, stinging slightly on the scratches earned from the unforgiving forest.

This has to be a good sign.

I filled my palms again, this time drinking from them, quenching the thirst brought on by fear and exertion.