Chapter 48: Book 1 : Chapter 48 A Tragedy On Home Turf

November 4th

We ran for an hour through the forest, my legs already aching from running all night. Mateo was adamant that we had to get to the base as soon as possible but my body couldn't take much more.

"So your mate just told you to run?" Connor asked as we took a break, solely for my benefit.

"He had little choice. We were under attack," I replied. "And you can say his name, Connor. It won't poison you."

"He's poisoning you though," Connor muttered. "And he shouldn't have sent you off alone in the middle of a war."

"Well, it wasn't the initial plan," I snapped. "But when you have enemies coming at you left right and centre, you hardly have time to sit down and carefully formulate a plan B."

"I just don't think he's good for you, Ells," Connor replied.

At that point Mateo stood up, "I'll just give you two a minute-"

"We don't need a minute because we aren't getting into this now... again," I said.

"I'll just go anyway-"