The chase

            Anger drove her. That was why she chased. She couldn’t say she had any real loyalty to the Centre. In her more honest moments, which weren’t many, she recognized that she hated the place. Jarod wasn’t the only one whose life it had stolen. It held her hostage, and the ransom was Jarod. So Jarod would pay it. And the more often he slipped away, the tighter the noose was around her own neck. His taunting her about it only made her angrier, more determined to catch him, to be free.

            And, she had to admit, the chase was fun.