Run. That was the only thought in her mind as she travelled through the storm. No longer though were her fears of floods, falling trees or ferocious winds all she cared about was getting away.
She had found herself separated from Valerius and Taddeo as they had crossed into the path of the storm. They had been attempting to find Cecily, Valerius had apparently gotten some idea as to where the girl might be though before they'd gotten the chance to check, the awful weather had started. Seeking some sort of safe shelter she had found a calmer area, though upon swiftly realising she had reached the crypt, Emer knew there was no way that place could be called a haven. It was highly unlikely she would run into that dark male again, but those memories still haunting her and heat once more upon her the woman had fled without further thought.
She had barely stopped running since now exhausted however, calming from the torturous recollections that filled her with such fear she would find herself collapsing. The weather was still dreadful but she was away from the crypt, out from the dangers of the Saratoga woods and could run no more. She would press herself against the rock, trying to use it as some sort of barrier for the wind and rain and rest. It was far from content however, now that sinking feeling of loss was kicking in again, she was alone and lost. What on earth could she do now?
