The Forgotten Princess

Chapter 19: Unveiled Disguises

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Chapter 19

We had been driving for hours. Our aim to keep going until we ran out of petrol. After that moment, we would once again be going on foot as Marc and I had lost everything. There were no backpacks full of money and clothing. We had never been more on our own.

Roads blurred into more roads. Countryside blurred into towns and villages. One life blurred into another. There seemed to be that indescribable barrier between Marc and I and the rest of the world. We were trapped within this bubble of fear and uncertainty, fighting a war that seemed so far from ending that it was almost hopeless.

There was something that scared me even more. I never truly grasped how important I would be. I understated my importance and my potential leverage I could hold and now I was regretting never fleeing straight to Italy. This was a hunt and I was being hunted, if I were to be captured. Game over potentially. I was a bargaining chip in a bigger game, being played and used by professionals while I was merely a beginner.

"Hey. You ok?" Marc asked, glancing at me before focusing back on the road.

"Yeah. I'm fine," I mumbled, before resting my head on the glass.

"Realised how important you are, haven't you?" Marc asked with a gaze so compassionate and understanding, that I couldn't help but fall in love with him all over again.

"Mmmm. Could say that? We made the wrong choice, didn't we? We should have gone straight to Italy," I sighed, running a hand through my hair, trying to break the tangles from the dried blood.

"Maybe but there is no point in thinking about that now. We made the decision. There were always going to be risks," Marc explained, taking hold of my hand.

"How much longer in the car?" I asked.

"I don't know, about another hour," Marc explained.

There was no reply from me as my gaze once again focussed on the road. We getting ever closer to the German/Austrian border but it was never quite close enough. Marc and I were so far away and now there would be so many people after us that it would be a miracle if we made it any further. So on we drove. It almost seemed like a matter of when we would get caught not if.

Eventually, exhaustion caught up with me and I dozed off as Marc kept driving. I was eventually awoken up later in a small town in Southern Germany. The engine of the car was off and his focus was on me.

"On foot then?" I asked.

"We're going to crash somewhere here and then yeah... tomorrow we will be on foot. We just need to keep moving," Marc explained, and I replied with a simple nod.

Fortunately for us, this small town was close to a forest so Marc and I ended up camping there for the night but we were both obviously nervous. The pursuing group could be anywhere and now we were left with no money, no car. Basically nothing. We had never been more against the odds than we were now.

Surprisingly, however, sleeping in the forest was rather peaceful. It kept my wolf settled and the smell of the forest and the sound of the rustling leaves and wildlife was reassuring and rather grounding. It seemed like a constant in the middle of all this chaos. Marc had fallen asleep a while ago so I was left curled up next to him listening to the forest, my mind whirling with worry. Every crack made me think of someone standing on a branch. One of Cameron's men ready to grab us both and drag us off to God knows where, ready to kill us.