CHAPTER ONE-HUNDRED AND SIXTEEN

Noah's Pov

And I didn't hesitate, or move as a result of his allowance; as I jumped out through the door and out of my chambers almost instantly. My feet pounded on the tiled floor of the corridor in haste, and in seconds I turned and fell out into the courtyard. I was relieved as all the paths that lined in different directions had been made visible with torches that rested on the exterior pillars; and I reached for one to light the way as I marched down the road that led to the cabin.

My hands ran through my hair as my legs jogged through high shrubs and past hard bark trees. I could hear mosquitoes over my head and almost inside my ears. Night had come surprisingly fast, and the winds blew colder than usual; making me wish I had carried my coat.

My mind ran jagged with thoughts of Myra, as I imagined how she would greet me? But even worse on what she would think of me? As I had left her in a stank and rusty old outhouse of a building, to wait for me. And I had left her there, alone