Forty.

Bella

The Rogue carries me for hours. We had split from Christian shortly after leaving the hospital. Heading in completely different directions.

He grunts as he carries me through the trees. His feet expertly navigated the forest like he had been here many times before.

But why had he separated from Christian?

After a while, I begin to notice that we are travelling in a figure of eight. Looping around and crossing back over the same path that we had already travelled.

He does this a few more times before lowering me to the ground. He stares at me with his yellow eyes. I choose to keep my mouth closed. I needed to be aware of what was happening and I couldn't do that if I was talking.

Christian steps between the trees. His lips curved up into a smile. He strides forwards with his hands behind his back.

“Smart move.” He mutters when he is standing in front of me. “I didn’t think you would go through with it.”

“She’s the Queen.”

“I didn’t think you cared much about them.”

I just glare