Timeless (Immortal Love Series)

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Book: Timeless (Immortal Love Series) by Amy Richie Read Free Book Online
Authors: Amy Richie
its way through my blood. My heavy breathing sounded loud to my ears. How much had he injected? Not enough to make me lose my memory. At least not for long. But long enough. I had to get away. I had to hide.
    I knew that I didn’t want to be anywhere near Sols and Max when they came to. They would surely kill me. I had to go hide until the cleaner wore off. Hopefully that wouldn’t be long.
    I turned blindly to the surrounding trees. There would be a hiding place there. I would go far enough so they wouldn’t be able to find me. I had to. They would not be allowed to thwart my mission.
    “ Sols, you idiot. You let her get away,” I heard Max yell. There was no response from Sols. That was good.
    I ran like a crazy person zigzagging through the trees. I was careful not to touch anything; I didn’t want them to be able to track me. My panic and desperation coupled with their injuries allowed me to gain ground quickly. After several minutes of not hearing them behind me anymore, I stopped to catch my breath.
    I sank to my knees and clutched my numb arm. The numbness was spreading to my shoulder and side. I tilted my head back and let out a low sound of emotion. It was a cry of desperation, of fear, the agony of betrayal. I let my head slump forward and closed my eyes. How could David do this?
    “ She went this way, come on!” Max’s voice made me spring back into action.
    My eyes snapped open and I rose to my feet. I had to keep going. I couldn’t let this be easy for them. My anger burst forward to determined energy. Damn David! How dare he think he could do this to me. The trees went by at a dizzying pace as I ran. Eventually though, the numbness went to my legs.
    I knew I wouldn’t be able to go much further. Soon I would lose my memory. I heard the two men behind me more clearly. They were gaining ground on me. I searched the trees frantically for a place to hide. Something inside me told me I wouldn’t be able to hide from them, but I had to try.
    Just when I nearly gave up, I saw something in the distance that gave me a surge of hope. There, in a clearing, was a small house made of wood. Smoke billowed out of the chimney that was situated on the top of the house. The relief I felt was overwhelming. If I could just make it to that house, I’d be safe. No way would my two would be assassins hurt me in front of any of the locals.
    David’s biggest worry was that we’d do something to upset the past. If they were really taking their orders from David, they would have been told not to do anything to disrupt the past.
    I pushed as hard as my tired legs would go. It was confusing that the house seemed to be getting further away while the two men seemed to be getting closer. I didn’t turn around to look behind me; I just kept the small wooden house in focus. But would I make it there in time? Would the presence of people even make a difference to Sols and Max? I felt dizzy with the conflicting emotions of hope and panic.

Chapter Seven
     
    The trees around me seemed to suddenly come to life. My eyes were narrowed into thin slits so that I could barely see anything. The trees were swaying wildly, bringing their branchy arms dangerously close to me. I flinched back from them in fear. I was not used to being afraid, or acting on that fear, but I was also not used to being attacked by trees. Both sensations left me breathless.
    I rubbed my arm where the needle had broken the skin. I wasn’t sure how much cleaner had gotten into my system and I didn’t know how potent the cleaner was. So many unknowns were making me nervous. I was having a hard time walking and an even harder time remembering why I needed to be walking in the first place.
    I tried to hold onto the important part — that I did need to keep walking. One step, and then another. I focused all my energy on getting to the tiny house made of wood. There was a reason I wanted to get there. Maybe I knew the people that lived there. Two men were supposed to

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