Chapter 8: Is this a Rescue?

Ava's POV

I ran around the garden with as much speed as I could gather. I did everything in my power to lose the guards that were chasing me, but it didn't work.

They were faster, and I was no match for them. I didn't give up, though.

Even when I realized that it was going to be impossible to get away, I knew for certain that I was going to get caught, and still, I kept running like there was an actual chance to escape them. I just didn't want to give up.

The number of guards chasing me increased as other men on patrol noticed us and joined in.

In a matter of minutes, I was swamped by their numbers. The chances of escaping, which was nearly impossible, hit the ground.

It didn't take any time before one of the guards grabbed me by the arm, forcing me to a stop, and I fell, letting out a groan.

One of the guards pulled me back up, "I've got you," he said, holding onto me.

"Leave me alone!" I shouted, trying to wriggle my arm from his grasp. His grip was too tight, and it stung my fle