CHAPTER 50

Summer season

“Jibber babber!” Although I used to be screaming, my voice was being swallowed up by the ferocious storm. It had come on so rapidly.

I used to be drenched from head to toe. My lungs burning. My toes stored getting caught within the mud.

I might barely see, the rain was so thick.

One thing had sparked when Kuru had kissed the poppet—a reminiscence. And I lastly understood.

The poem, jibber babber, wasn’t solely a chant of safety.

It was a reputation she’d given Ollie. A reputation that he’d responded to when she’d referred to as it.

This entire time, I’d believed the alligator had include the sound of the crinkling bag.

In reality, she’d named him Safety, with the hope that someday he would defend me.

It had labored as soon as earlier than. Now, I might solely hope that it could work another time.

I might solely hope my working would defend these behind me—that Saul would come after me.

“Jibber babber! Jibber babber!” My screams pierced by the raging storm. By way of the howling winds and deafening thunder.

Then, the deafening roar of weapons echoed by the forest. Oh god. I faltered, tripping. Face planting within the mud. Ache splintered by me.

Who was killing who?

The crashing sounds within the forest behind me drew nearer.

Adrenaline surged and I jumped to my toes. I ran deeper into the marshes, yelling with all my would possibly. My coronary heart pounded so onerous it’d burst from my chest.

I stumbled once more. This time managing to maintain upright—I used to be on the bay.

“You heard these gunshots, little woman?” Saul yelled. “Your mates are all useless. Perhaps they’ve saved Rook for the torture room.”

I didn’t cease. Deeper and deeper into the water. It went to my calves. The water rapidly rising from the storm. To my waist.

The swamp might kill me. However a minimum of I knew it. Perhaps sufficient to outlive.

I’d moderately take my possibilities with it, than Rook dwelling in servitude—if he was nonetheless alive.

Than to be beneath Saul’s management. Ending up like Grace.

I dove beneath water.

It was chilly.

Ache shot up my leg from the scrape of oysters on my toes. The snake chew on my hand ached. The contact of one thing alongside my arm made me shudder. I couldn’t see—it was too darkish.

I had just one hope—that the swamp would take Saul, too.

Blindly, I swam as far and as quick as doable. Till the stress in my lungs was an excessive amount of.

Once I emerged, I heard Saul behind me. Water splashing.

Getting nearer, nearer.

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