The sound of her sisters voice sent a shockwave through her body. In the moment she wasn’t sure what to do. Should she make a mad dash for the camp and risk Violette catching up to her? Or should she stay and risk her obedience still not being enough to tame the Amanda’s temper? There was no good choice. No matter what she did, there was no guarantee she would come out of this intact. By her calculations, her best bet was to run, and hope she ran into a friendly face before her sister could catch her.
What she hadn’t accounted for was the stumble in her steps as she struggled with her decision. She had hesitated too long, or fully stopping but slowing enough that when she did try to take off at a faster speed, she stumbled. It would surely be enough for Violette to catch up, especially with her much longer legs, but the tiny woman couldn’t bring herself to stop. Her sister would know she’d tried to run and it would be worse for her because of it. She had to get away.
Desperation courses through her, raw and tangible. It left a bitter tang in her mouth, her heart racing. She couldn’t run fast enough and she knew that now. Tears already stung her eyes as she thought of how ignorant she’d been to think she was free of her family. They would always be there, she would never truly be free until she was dead.
