Evanna deflated, releasing a slow breath and leaned her head against the wall, enjoying the cold feeling it left on her burnt skin. While the princess was left gaping at the prince's sudden actions in the dank cell she now resided in, further away from the palace and deep into the forest, Ger, Ronan and Axel were still moving.
Their footsteps crunched into the dirt and leaves of the forest floor, their breathing ragged as they continued rushing through the woods. There was no point in hiding at this point, the Flori knew they were in Direwood, but once they were in the clear, they would begin to be careful again. But for now, their heavy footsteps was a necessity as they fled.
