Now:

*Dion*

Nothing good would come from me going after her, but damn her to hell, I will not be bested by the traitorous chit.

Before the pain has fully subsided, I catch my breath and force myself to my feet. Drawing on vast reserves of determination, I race after her, not having to go far before spotting her. She walks at a brisk clip, but continually glances around, searching for any dangers.

The girl I had known hadn't been so self-sufficient, so aware. What has transpired in the years since I has seen her ? I fight not to care, not to wonder.

Slowing my pace, quieting my steps,...