And so it began. The running. The sound of Elyon's heels as it hit the pavement.
He had to get the fuck out of this hot mess or he was going to lose his life going nowhere fast.
Still he didn't understand why he only understood half of what he saw but still it was enough to get him killed.
They were plotting to kidnap and kill Ari as much as he wanted to be with her at this time he couldn't afford to lead these cold blooded murderers to her.
So he planned to find a way out slinking around in the crowd hoping to shake these men off his tail by getting lost in the crowd but to no avail.
He hated that he couldn't warn Ari or even get to say goodbye. He had this bad feeling in the pit of his stomach that today might be the end for him and he couldn't shake the feeling or send it away.
Elyon was sweating so hard from the fear and the running. A sniff at his own pits nearly knocked him out of what he would give to do something simple like bathe and feel safe right now.
