#Chapter57

Myra

I was running on the empty roads of Sicily. There was coldness and harsh winds all around. My sweats were dripping like some water droplets. I gasped, tried hard to engulf enough air to keep my pace high. The footsteps were reaching me madly. I started getting goosebumps just by thinking about the result of being caught by them. I was panting hard when I reached the safest distance. I looked back once to watch over them. My ears were ringing with the sound of my heartbeat. In the end, I turned my face to run further. But my steps got glued to the surface. I saw him...