Damon ran at his full speed, or rather at the speed he wanted his stalker to think was his full speed. Even though he was brimming with excitement inwardly, none of it could be seen on his face. He looked genuinely terrified as he tried to scramble the hell out of this place.
The poisonous mist whipped past him in blurred streaks as Damon darted between shattered boulders and warped tree husks, his legs splashing through puddles of blackened sludge. His every movement was calculated, just enough stumble here, just enough ragged breath there, to sell the image of prey fleeing for its life. The perfect bait.
A VIP was watching him. It was only polite to put on a good show for the big boss!
