Chapter Nineteen

IRENA

RENA’S body ached as they ran down the mountain. She moved closer to Sage as the wind blew past her. The air was so cold it burned his skin. She kept her eyes closed and pursed her lips.

She winced as she was hit by a rock. She heard a groan that shook Sage 's chest. He tensed as if trying to resist the urge to release whatever he was clinging to. The rock that hit him must have been different from hers.

It felt like forever until the terrain wasn't so steep anymore, and they started to slow down. When they stopped, Irena lay there, unwilling to move. There was a force in Sage that drew her in and she didn't want to let go.

He groans again as he tries to move. Suddenly she realized she could hurt him. Or bother you. She stepped back as far as the rope would allow and glanced at him.

His eyes were closed, and his face contorted with pain. He had an injury. Her heart raced as she swept her eyes up and down his body. There was no blood she could see.

"Sage?" she