Chastity drops her skirt, then tosses it on top of Sarah’s dress.
“I’m going.” Sarah jumps on the fence and climbs. She makes it over the top, then leans forward to try and help Susannah wrest herself free from the barbs.
Chastity begins the climb. “Hurry, we’re going to make it!”
Once she’s high enough, it’s my turn. I’m getting out of here, away from the Prophet. Away from Adam. I can’t look back, not even for him.
I take one step toward the fence, then arms wrap around me like iron bars and yank me back into a hard chest. “Where do you think you’re going, little lamb?”