Checkmate, Chamomile

the door. Five ste

l freedom... O

tealth, bolted out the door. Dmitri's eyes widened as he realized that

and mouse,' he mused

l be fun

er life once more. She sprinted through the hallways, knowing Dmitri would catch up if she did not run like her life depended on it. Her legs burned, but the adrenaline coursing through her veins was unstoppable. She took

y, falling each time, leaving a bruise each time. She wa

ch her when she fell. Strong, muscular arms. She scrambled away from her 'savior' and away she ran. She

ey don't need to fret about freedom because they are free, in a

garden, she quietly stood up, assumin

ce. "C'mere, dear." She stared

up, his white shirt

der his unyielding gaze. She stumbled back, into the field of chamom

grabbing her wrist and pulling her shaking body close to his. She could feel strong arms envel

if he was afraid she would

cared as much as she was. But

r to his own insanity, his dark side that threatened to creep