“Well, are you going to keep up?” Mac yelled from a distance.
“I’m sorry,” William managed. He looked in Mac’s direction and sighed. “Come on.”
“Wait,” I said, catching him by the wrist. He seemed too comfortable following the armed man into the forest. “How do you know we’re safe?”
“We’re safe,” he said taking my hand. “We’re as safe as we can be . . . for now.”
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