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ling to ever experience. A sharp yell and a tight grip bring me bac

t I hear frantic movement

ice yells in my ear,

ol, so hearing this evokes instant fear within me. This is serious. I can faintly see her red hair through a fringe of darkness,

ow. I hear the scrape of it as she shoves it open. The bite of the

s her head out the window, then ba

runs cold

her feet landing in the snow. She’s good at this. She is trained for this. It’s w

belongings seems despicable. I’ve done it before, and it’s

oning for me to follow her through th

e snow, feet bare. I’m still in my night clothes, which billow in the wind as we duck down. My fee

apart. Someone else is in there too, kicking through the boxes, muttering obscenities under their breath. I hear things being torn apart. Have they

says, slightly tighter and more anxio

do. This isn’t my first experience in a tight situation like this one. This is what

racts from the burning pain in my feet and arms, which bare the brunt of the wind and the snow on the ground. Typical Love Pack weather. We slide across the road, hurrying as much

is my life. No use being upset about it. This is what happens to Time Travellers. We are hated. Shunned. Our existence is a constant felony. This is al

w souls who didn’t decide this life. We are slaves of the Immortal, Time. I’ve never actually been given an order by him, but I still hold the ability to travel backward in time, if

I hadn’t noticed she had managed to start the car. Avia’s abilit

lden. I can run my whole life, but