“Keep fighting, Snow,” I tell her, “I like it.”
She tries to rip out of my grip but I’m holding her too tightly, my frame much bigger than hers making it difficult for her to extract herself from the tree.
“Do you want to run from me again?” I ask.
She remains quiet.
“I’ll tell you what,” I ease slightly, staring down into her lively eyes, “You run, I’ll chase but if I catch you, you’re mine. No more questions. No more fighting me.”
“And if I get away?” She counters with a sneer.
“I’ll put a gun in my mouth and save you the trouble.”
Doubt creeps in but she’s quick to hide it. “Fine.”
“I’ll give you a head start, Snow,” I let her go, “On the count of three, I suggest you run.”
“One, two–”
She takes off, darting further into the trees. I roll my neck and grin, watching her body as she stealthily moves through the trees, her years of training with her brother paying off.
“Three. Ready or not, here I come.”