Seraph pulled the sled harder. The rope cut into her good shoulder, the one that wasn't attached to a broken arm. Behind her, Draven's unconscious body slid through mud and dead leaves, leaving a trail a blind man could follow.
Which was a problem, considering the people hunting them weren't blind at all.
Ahead of her, Kaine stumbled. The gag in his mouth muffled whatever complaint he was trying to make.
Almost.
"Move faster," Seraph said. Her voice came out hoarse. When had she last had water? Six hours ago? Eight?
Kaine mumbled something through the gag. She ignored him.
WHIRR.
That sound. That mechanical whine that meant drones were close. Searching.
Seraph looked up through the trees. Lights covered the forest canopy, thermal scanners looking for body heat.
She dropped the rope and grabbed Kaine by the collar, shoving him toward a dense cluster of undergrowth. "In there. Don't move. Don't breathe loud."
He went, surprisingly obedient.
