This is the preview to the second book in the Vidarian Chronicles called Escape.
The first book is called Arranged, the overview for that one is here.
CHAPTER ONE
Adrenaline coursed through Kiara’s
veins with such intensity her hands trembled on their own accord. She stifled
her labored breathing and prayed that she would not be found. This idea had
been foolish…and dangerous; she could see that now, now that it was too late,
now that she had been spotted.
By breaking a simple rule, she had
placed herself and those she loved dearly in very real danger.
With
that thought, Kiara smashed herself into the dirty brick wall, trying to make
herself smaller, willing herself to become one with the shadows. She could feel
the harsh brick biting into her back, but pressed even harder. Her eyes flit to
the dark night sky and she thanked the heavens for the cloud cover that allowed
her to disappear into the darkness; if not for that, the moon would be showing
like a spotlight.
Footsteps.
Her
heart leapt with fear, someone was coming. Is
it him? she wondered. How could he
have found me so quickly? She was a fast runner, very fast; however, he had
one thing on his side, she didn’t know the city. She was completely out of her
element surrounded by buildings and brick.
The
footsteps drew closer then she distinguished another set of much lighter,
quicker footsteps joining the first. Kiara eyed the gaping mouth of the alley
with dread, wishing the wall of the building she was pressed against would open
up and swallow her whole.
The
muscles in her legs quivered, urging her to run, but she knew that movement
would only draw attention. Her safest play was to remain still.
She
pulled in a deep breath to calm herself and immediately regretted it. The
alleyway was filthy and smelt strongly of rotting garbage and human waste.
Ignoring the taste of it in her mouth, she tried desperately to concentrate
over the pounding of her heart in her ears to listen.
There
was no way that man would be able to find her in the shadows; her dark skin was
designed for camouflage, her mind continued to try to reassure her. Then she
saw a muzzle come into view. She stopped breathing, hoping they would move on
by.
Attached
to the muzzle was a furry face. Kiara remembered being told a story about the
creature from her mother when she was much younger. It was called a…dog?
The
dog continued walking into view, being controlled by a tether; a man held the
tether and Kiara eyed the pair wearily. This was not the man that spotted her
the first time; so despite her circumstances, she relaxed a little.
Then
the dog lifted its nose into the air and sniffed. Tension made Kiara stiff. Will he smell me over the filth of the
alley? In her mind, she urged him onward, biting her lip to keep calm.
The
animal paused, its master grunting with annoyance as he tugged at the leash.
At
that moment, the dog turned its face toward the dark alleyway and began
growling.
Kiara’s
throat went dry as she watched its hackles stand on end. Perhaps if she
remained still she would not be discovered.
The
dog lowered itself slightly, growling louder and pulling back its lips to
reveal sharp, white teeth. It took a few quick steps forward, straining against
its tether and barking loudly. The sound echoed through the alley, resounding
to sound a hundred times louder than it was.
“Who’s
down there?” the owner called out. Kiara could hear the nervous quiver under
the loud show of bravado; the man was nervous.
Nevertheless,
he was human and Kiara couldn’t chance being seen by another. Finally, she gave
into the tension coiled in her muscles and turned to run the opposite
direction. The dog barked angrily, obviously not understanding what she was.
Kiara
clung to the shadows and ran as fast as she dared. The human began to tug at
the tether. “C-come on boy,” he said.
She
kept one eye on them and the other searched the dead end for a door or anything
she could use to defend herself.
Her
eyes skimmed across the filth-coated ground. There was a large container with
bags of smelly garbage overflowing out of it; a few bags were split open,
garbage littering the ground and filling the air with another layer of stench.
The trash bin was hardly tall enough to help her scale the wall, even with her
superior bound. A pile of cloth lay beside the dumpster.
As
she drew closer, the pile suddenly shifted and she bit back a scream as a
withered hand came into view. She quickly backed into the shadows, trying to
ignore the smell of putrid waste that threatened to suffocate her.
The
man in the pile of cloth shifted again and she heard a haggard cough. Desperately,
her eyes skimmed the wall again; there was no way out but the way she’d come.
She was trapped by humans at both ends.
“Who’s
there?” the coughing sounded again. “I don’ want no trouble.”
She
watched the hand disappear into the pile, only to be replaced by the whole arm
and shoulder. He was coming out!
Kiara
dashed around the corner, praying that the dog was gone. To her relief, the
alley was clear. She sighed shakily, knowing she wasn’t out of danger yet. The
man from the park had spotted her and given chase and he was still out there.
If
there was one thing she knew for sure, it was that she couldn’t stay in this
alley; she’d be trapping herself with no exit and making herself easy prey.
Creeping
to the mouth of the alleyway, her violet eyes cautiously peered around. The
cobble streets were dark; only a few street lanterns glowed, breaking up the
shadows at planned intervals. She saw no one around, not even the man and his
dog. The buildings surrounding her remained quiet and loomed above her like
sleeping giants.
She
peered fearfully. Would someone spot her from above if she ran? That was a
chance she’d have to take. She needed to get out of the city and back into the
forest.
Quieter
than a whisper, she slid out of the alleyway. Now, she was grateful for all of
the dance training she’d had that taught her to be light on her feet. Back at
home, she had grumbled at the thought of endless hours practicing the same
moves over and over.
She
dipped carefully into the shadows, gulping in a huge lung-full of clean air.
At
that moment, a trio of men with lanterns stepped around the block corner. Kiara
froze. She recognized the man in the lead. Even in the dark, his broad
shoulders and long bushy beard gave him away, the man from the park!
As
silently as she could, Kiara moved to slip behind a bush for cover. However, as
if he were watching the shadows, the broad shouldered man zeroed in on her.
“There!”
he said quickly, pointing directly at her and without pause, the trio began to
run.
All
thoughts of secrecy forgotten, Kiara darted down the street. People could
explain away seeing a “creature” in the night, but if she were caught, her
entire race would be in danger of being hunted down until they were all killed.
Humans
had a way of destroying what they didn’t understand; it happened out of fear
mostly. Kiara thought back to the gruesome history of her people and knew just
how violent humans could be.
She
padded quickly down the sidewalk, thankful for the dimly lit streets because
some coverage was better than none. The sound of the three men charging after
her resounded through the air. Their breathing was becoming labored as they
tried to keep up with her.
Kiara
not only had a head start, but she was used to moving around quickly as she
flowed with the movement of the street, instead of pounding against it.
She
tore around a corner and nearly slammed into an elderly couple. The woman
gasped as she was nearly trampled. The man adjusted his glasses, but by then,
Kiara was already ducking around the next corner. Her chest heaved as she
looked desperately for a place to hide. The street was bare, therefore
providing her with no cover.
As
a last resort, she climbed up a thin tree and pulled herself into the branches,
trying to camouflage herself in the leaves.
The
tree was hardly any help to hide her; she had to do something. Forcing herself
to concentrate around her frazzled nerves, she willed the tree to listen to her
and bend. Normally, she was much kinder to nature when she wanted something
done, but time was of the essence. She flexed her jaw as the tree began to
groan and bend its branches around her to help shield her from the street
below.
When
Kiara opened her eyes, she was more out of breath than before; nevertheless,
she was better hidden. She hoped that the men would be so busy running that
they would simply pass her by.
She
could hear their footsteps pounding the sidewalk. The sound echoed off the
surrounding buildings. It was a miracle that no one had come out of their
houses, with all this noise.
They
appeared below her and she held her breath, her hands gripping the branches
tightly, ready to spring if necessary.
To
her relief, they continued past, their hard eyes scanning the shadows as they
ran. Kiara didn’t let out a breath until they were well down the block.
Coming
to the city was a horrible idea. If she survived this, her father would punish
her severely. In fact, the entire council would punish her.
She
pushed her thoughts away. Now was not the time to wallow in the consequences,
now was the time to escape.
The
trio had almost reached the corner. How long until they discovered she wasn’t
there? Wasting no time waiting to find out, she slid from her perch quietly.
Her feet touched down and she crept the opposite way of them. The elderly couple
had gone, probably deciding there was too much excitement tonight for them.
Kiara
darted back the way she had come. She hated backtracking, but the men hunting
her were headed the other way. As she rushed past the alley she had hidden in,
she shuddered at the thought of the dirt and grime. Humans are disgusting.
Hurrying
past the alley, careful to stick to the shadows, she peered around the block
corner.
No
one in sight.
Hope
began to bloom. Maybe she could get herself out of this mess.
All
of a sudden, a dog barked in the apartment above her. She nearly jumped out of
her skin then clung tightly to the wall. It barked louder, followed by a light
turning on in the window.
Without
a second thought, Kiara rushed across the cobblestone street, just as the three
men came into view. It seemed they had circled the block. She heard a cry of
triumph as they spotted her.
Kiara
picked up her speed, disappearing behind another house. Her eyes darted around
wildly for a place to hide. There! A
block down was the park she had originally hidden in to watch the humans.
Her
heart raced with adrenaline. If she made it to the trees, she would have a
greater chance of disappearing. Giving it everything she had, she pumped her
arms as she breezed through the short alleyway.
Footfalls
sounded behind her. Two sets. A frown stretched over her mouth, wasn’t there three men?
She
ignored the thought and kept going. She was only a few yards from the mouth of
the alley. She launched herself over a fallen trash bin and smiled; the humans
wouldn’t stand a chance once she was in the trees.
She
chanced a glance behind her shoulder. The man with broad shoulders and one of
his cronies weren’t far behind, but Kiara could tell they were tiring fast.
When
she turned back around, she gasped in surprise. There, at the mouth of the
alley, was the third man, breathing heavily, but blocking her way and trapping
her between the three. By the time she realized what was happening, it was too
late to stop, too late to dodge.
Her
world seemed to slow down as she slammed into him. Immediately, his arms
wrapped around her, securing her. However, her momentum made him lose his
footing and they fell, hard.
Kiara
squeezed her eyes shut; her hands flew out to brace herself. The man twisted,
trying to catch himself while keeping a hold of her. As they landed, Kiara
slammed harder into him, her palms skidding painfully into the ground. A grunt
sounded from him as he slammed his elbow into the street. As their bodies
collided, her head knocked hard into his. Pain flashed through her and at that
moment, her heart froze.
They caught me, she
thought and then her world went dark.
There's a little teaser for you. The rest of the book is in the works. Let me know what you guys think!
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