The ground is cold, unforgiving, and covered in rocks that dig into the bottoms of Penny’s feet. Warm liquid rushes down from the wounds, grounding her as she runs for her life.

Her feet thump against the ground again and again, and once more she cries out in pain. It hurts—it burns—and while she desperately wants to stop, her mind screams at her to keep going.

She knows this isn’t a game that...

(A vignette)

“Do you think they see us?”

Emrys turned his head to his friend, his eyebrows furrowed in confusion.

Cassian was laying next to him, peering up at the starry night above.

His perfect face was cast in dim light that highlighted his sharp cheekbones and hooked nose.

Emrys had to stop himself from staring too openly.

“What do you mean?” he forced himself to ask, frowning.

Cassian ...