Chapter 62. Instincts

Lilly’s POV

I didn’t wait to see who or what it was. My heart was already racing, and every hair on my back stood up straight, bristling with a warning I couldn’t ignore.

My instincts screamed at me to run—so I did.

Just as I was about to step out of the forest, someone grabbed my hair and yanked me back.

I landed with a soft thud in a pile of leaves, flat on my back. My head throbbed with pain as I blinked away the tears clouding my eyes.

A familiar figure loomed into view, and the distinctive scent I’d been forced to live with for years filled my nostrils.

“Sade…” I muttered, barely audible.

“Who else did you think it would be?” she taunted, her tone sharp. “Your savior? Prince Charming? Not in this lifetime…”

I rolled my eyes at her and pushed myself upright.

Wasn’t she supposed to be cleaning the packhouse corridors?

“What the hell are you doing here?” I growled.

“I should ask you the same thing, bitch,” sh