Clementine:
I had been walking in silence for a few minutes. Two faces kept flashing in my mind—Haiden’s, looking upset that I hadn’t told him about the plan before leaving, and Yorick’s, who seemed to have been in deep pain. I wondered if running away last night had been the right choice.
"I’m just as much in pain as you are, Clementine," Mint said softly. "But let me tell you, it wasn’t your fault. You had a baby with you. If you had stayed, you might have ended up in worse shape. While he managed to save himself and survive, he might not have if you were there, because all his attention would have been on keeping you safe." Mint’s words were bold enough to make me stop in my tracks.
"Just because we felt the mate bond doesn’t mean he’ll lose his mind over me," I replied.
"Come on, Clementine, how can someone be so clueless?" she shot back. "He told you last night that he has feelings for you, and that was before he even felt the mate bond. Stop convincing yourself you wouldn’t be his priority if something happened."
Her sharp tone left me speechless. I kept walking down the road through the same village, scanning my surroundings. The butcher knife rested in my belt, and I stayed alert. Then I heard strange noises coming from the woods.
I followed the sound of a woman groaning, my hand resting on the butcher knife’s handle. The moment I saw the people causing the commotion, I couldn’t help but rush forward and grab the man’s arm.
"Troy!" The instant I called his name, he turned, eyes wide.
"Clementine!" His big smile nearly knocked me off my feet. He quickly set the baby down on the ground so he could wrap his arms around me. His biceps squeezed so tightly it forced the breath from my lungs.
"Troy, the baby!" I reminded him sharply, hoping to be free so that I could breathe freely.
"Oh, right." He broke the hug and picked the baby back up.
"I’m so glad you’re safe."
He gave me a quick glance from head to toe. "You don’t have a baby with you?"
I shook my head and waved my hand, letting him know I needed to understand what was going on before we could talk about me.
"Oh, by the way, look who’s here," he whispered in excitement.
It felt like we hadn’t seen each other in years and had forgotten anyone else was around. And by ’anyone else,’ I meant the girl in pain. I looked past Troy and felt my heart flip again.
"This is Sadie?" I asked. He nodded, though the smile on his face didn’t suggest he was in pain or in a hurry to get home. He still cradled the baby, and suddenly it made sense, he hadn’t boarded the train because he’d run into Sadie and decided to stay with her. I could see she couldn’t move.
"Sadie," I murmured, kneeling beside her and taking her hand. "Are you okay?"
Her skin was icy, almost blue, and her lips had turned purple. She looked even weaker than the last time I’d seen her.
"How do you know me?" she whispered.
"I’m Clementine. I’m from—" I didn’t even finish before she started nodding.

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