"Run all you want. You can't escape."
Yuichiro crouched low behind a bush, a trembling hand placed on the hilt of his sword. Peering through the leaves, he saw Ferid in the clearing just ahead of him, Crowley beside him. The glint in his eyes was all Yuichiro needed to see to know the sick bastard was enjoying this. Well, no surprise there he supposed. Ferid did volunteer.
Trying to quiet his breathing, Yuichiro racked his mind for a plan. He wasn’t good at those; that was more of Mikaela’s thing. Yuichiro felt an invisible fist close around his heart and squeeze, making his chest ache.
He should have never left their camp to scout the area. If he made it out alive, his brother would never forgive him for leaving without a word.
If he made it out alive. If, not when.
Yuichiro shifted back a step and a twig snapped beneath his weight. Crowley’s head whipped in his direction like a well trained hound. Ferid, in contrast, took his sweet time to turn, a languidness to all his movements. Yuichiro was petrified, couldn’t find it in himself to move. His erratic gasps were so loud Yuichiro could swear they were echoing through the entire forest.
Their finally eyes met and Ferid smiled.