Chapter 43. Not That Quinn Anymore

“What? Did you think it’d be hard?” Zayd sighed, tightening his grip around her wrist, “I’d been watching you suffer for hours, forcing yourself to run as though your life depended on it. I considered letting you go, Quinn… I really did. I mean, you tried so hard to get this far, but I can’t, not when you’re like this.”

He stepped closer to her, placing his hand against her forehead. “You’re burning up… I figured you were.”

“No I…”

“I only got tricked once by your little diversions, after that, I followed the scent that kept getting weaker and not the ones that remained stagnant. It was a sensible trick that might’ve worked if you could move a little faster. But in this form, you’re not fast enough, Quinn. Your struggle humbled me, I kept reminding myself that you’re the same girl who killed four rogues in one night and left with just a single scratch, tried telling myself that you’re strong and you could survive without me… that you’d be happier without me. But I-