Emily couldn't help the wave of embarrassment and frustration that flared inside her. "I told you, I wasn't."
His only response was a low, indulgent laugh.
Walking ahead, Beatty heard the exchange and glanced over her shoulder. All she saw was Andrew's smiling face and Emily's legs dangling over his chest.
Her eyes turned somber. Facing forward again, she kept her voice low. "Mr. Lane, it's just up ahead. We're almost there."
Andrew gave a short hum of acknowledgment.
Beatty kept her head down, her hands slowly curling into tight fists.
The situation deteriorated in a heartbeat, though Emily had a sinking feeling it was inevitable.
With all the noise echoing through the woods, there was no way Benjamin hadn't heard them, and no way he wouldn't come investigating.
As she hung upside down, a harsh flashlight beam suddenly swept over them, forcing the three of them to a dead stop.
Before Emily could even shift her weight to see what was happening or ask Andrew what was wrong, Benjamin's voice sliced through the darkness.
"Stop running. You've been at this all night. Haven't you had enough?"
Emily's stomach plummeted.
Benjamin had caught up.
She immediately started slapping Andrew's shoulder, thrashing her legs. "Put me down!"


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