Her legs can't take her any farther, even if they wanted to. Her breaths, heavy and ragged, have stopped but her thundering heart hasn't. Neither has the fear coursing through her veins. Her eyes dart from the tip of the sword at her throat and up the arm of the wielder.

A young man, unnaturally ethereal, is staring back at her. His blue eyes, electric pools that she'd be okay getting lost in, are cold but she can sense the confusion radiating off of him as sweat slips down the column of his throat. Or maybe it's water, she thinks as her eyes dart towards the small stream next to his feet.

She had just burst out of the forest foliage like her ass was on fire so of course he'd been startled. But the blade against her throat is unnecessary. She slowly lifts her hand to remove the steel from against her skin but he twists his hand ever so slightly, the blade almost nicking her skin, a warning, and she freezes again.

She opens her mouth the same time he does but while she pauses, he doesn't, "Is there a reason you were running through the forest like your ass was lit ablaze?"