#Chapter 100 Run

Ember I don't remember deciding to move. One moment I'm reading Bianca's pretty, poisonous handwriting, and the next I'm halfway down the corridor with the note crushed in my fist and my whole body pointed east like a compass needle. Kaine catches my arm and tells me to stop, to talk to him, but there is nothing in me that can stand still right now. I try to pull free, and when he won't let go I feel something crack open inside my chest—not anger, not quite, but something rawer that has been building pressure for weeks. I tell him I'm not running from him, that I'm running toward something, and the words come out louder than I mean before I wrestle them to a hiss. "Bianca knows where I've been—she and Chris are heading east, and there is a baby in a cottage in the east, and if I am not there when they arrive then everything I have done means nothing." My eyes are burning and I hate that they're burning. The danger drains out of his face the way color drains from a sky before a st