#Chapter38

Rosemary’s POV

My body feels like one of those intricate ice sculptures, the thin material of my dress doing nothing to keep me warm.

Fallen sticks and old leaves crunch underneath my converse as I venture further into the dark woods.

I swear that I feel a set of eyes on me the closer I get towards the glowing red dot.

I am running so fast that I almost trip over a large branch.

Thanks to my relatively quick reflexes I am able to catch myself before I collide with the ground.

Loud, exhausted pants exit my mouth as I creep closer towards the glowing red...dots?

I try my...