The Unfortunate Trilogy
Bored of the chase, sick of the burning in his lungs and thighs, he dug his heels in and snapped, "Stop!"
The Unfortunate froze.
"Turn around," he ordered, and she did as she was told.
She hung her head as lightning flashed. Her blonde hair hung in her face, shielding it from him. He didn't need to see her face to know who it was. Thirteen was the smallest of the house Unfortunates.
"Look at me."
She lifted her head, and another flash of lightning, one bright enough to light her features, confirmed that it was indeed Thirteen. He absorbed a flinch at the sight of her. She was battered and bruised, the reason she was running clear on her face.
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