#Chapter 59: Armed

Aldrich’s arm was hooked around me before I could breathe. He scooped me up like I was a child, gripping me to his chest as he ran for cover. I gasped as I looked around, trying to find the assailant or where the arrow even came from in the first place. About a couple yards away, there was a small shed that stored extra weapons and auxiliary. He sprinted toward it with me as his baggage, and I was shocked at the fact he was able to move so fast despite carrying me, like I weighed nothing more than a pound. He was even stronger than I thought. My gaze still shot around the field in a panic, but I did not see even a retreating silhouette. The shed was locked; he simply kicked the lock of the door broken with his brutal force before rushing us inside, swinging the door closed behind us. We were both breathing heavily, and he released me from his arms before pushing down on my back to make me huddle close to the ground. The only sound in the small, dark spa