IRA'S POV 

 I do not get time to pick up my bag as Lior pulls me towards the door. 

"We shouldn't have rested before getting to the border," he mutters in an anxious voice as we rush out of the house. 

He assured me that no one would find us here or know the path we took. So why are we running like thieves this early? I am afraid that we will starve on the way since he left our bag of food and I will never find my father.

We burst through the wooden door and I immediately corride with a hard chest dressed in silk. I lose my...