CAROLINE'S POV
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I don't know why I ran. We're in the middle of the damn woods, and it's getting dark, fast. Clara growls, and I guess she hates that I chose to run more than I did. 'Let's go back.' Clara begs. She begs, and it doesn't take a genius to know that Atticus is on our tail. 'He will drag us to Alorwood.' I argue. She's running slower, but a part of me knows how to push her. It's some sort of control, and I'm gripping the reins with all my might.
I will not go to Alorwood. I've heard the stories.
'Stories.' Clara growls. I know that she doesn't believe anything I say, unless there is proof, but this...I can't let there be proof. They will kill me on sight, and I doubt that even Prince Lucian can save me. 'We can hear him out.' Clara suggests, and I know how badly she wants
