Chapter 20

Boom... Boom!

Thunder echoed all around.

"Ah!"

For a moment, my fingers stung. It felt like I’d been pricked by a thorn.

"Livia."

Leto grabbed my hand. He examined it and sighed.

"Your hand is a mess—mud, rain, and blood."

He was right. It was covered with cuts I hadn’t noticed before. My skin was particularly delicate.

The rain had turned into a downpour. It was so heavy it was hard to see anything. But I couldn’t turn back now.

"I’m fine."

I resumed searching through the bushes. My fingertips stung. The recent wound must have been deep.