"Maybe you should go," Hunter suggested, as he headed for the door. Before he went inside, he turned back and looked at me with concern in his eyes. "I'll do what I can." "Thanks," I breathed with a whisper. Edwin was inconsolable. I was in shock. What am I going to do? Lost in my own misery, tears built up in my eyes. I made slow work of the flagstone path, my knees weak with regret. Panic set in as my watery green gaze returned to the direction of the crime scene. The clan was heading my way. But I can't face them. Not now. In fact, I prefer never to see Tanner Bradshaw's handsome, honest face ever again. A dreadful tear leaked from my eye, as I hurried behind the cabin. My breath ragged, my insides twisted in a desolate knot of frustration, I dashed through the trees until I reached the trail that Edwin and I had taken the night before. I ran and I ran, as fast as my legs would carry me. Edwin's cold aqua eyes haunted me, driving me faster and farther away. Perspiration mingled with my tears, a steady stream flowing from my cheeks and dripping down my bare neck. As long as I was running then my body was in control and so I ran until I couldn't run anymore.
