Gasps, sighs, heavy breaths.
Rosalie flung herself at the back of a wide tree that shaded her from her pursuers, her hand palmed strongly on her chest in a futile attempt to muffle the loud bangs her heart made against its ribcage. But that was not the first thing to consider when she could not stop her heavy breathing that rose from fear.
Carefully, she slanted to take a peek if the men that chaesd her over to this point were still searching for her.
Noticing that the coast was clear, she leaned lifelessly against the bark. Her breath still struggling to gain steadiness.
Her terrified mind began to think on what she might have done to warrant being chased by strange men. Most of all, she wondered what they wanted from her.
She was not a classy lady with nobility, nor was she dressed that way. Then why was she being chased.
