Spirit Flight

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Marisa Lacoste doubled over as pain sliced through her side.

Run. Keep running. Run. Run. Run.

The words pounded through her in time to a heart that felt like it was going to burst out of her chest. She panted. Sucking in air while the pain in her side kept her still for a minute.

She had no idea if they were behind her. At this point she had no idea if they even realized she was no longer out sketching impressions of the mountains.

Stupid! She'd been so stupid. So unaware. So naive.

A different kind of pain twisted through her. How could Ethan be involved in this? And for money. He knew the most important thing to her was her art. It was all she'd cared about since she was old enough to hold a crayon.

Tears threatened, from the emotional pain as well as the physical. She tried to quiet her breathing so she'd be able to hear them if they came crashing after her. Tried to force herself to breathe through her nose, realizing as she did so that her throat and lungs were starting to ache from gasping the cold mountain air of the Cascades.

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