#Chapter 169 Animalistic Instincts

Chevalier chuckled. “How chivalric.” In a flash, he pointed his gun at Jeffrey’s leg and shot him with a silver bullet. I screamed as Jeffrey fell to the ground, clutching the wound and groaning loudly. I dropped to the ground beside him, a bullet whizzing by my head as I did so. “Jeffrey—” “Run!” Jeffrey said through gritted teeth. I didn’t need to be told twice. I stood up and rushed for the back door. Narrowly dodging another bullet, I flung the door open and raced into the backyard. My bare feet carried me as quickly as they could across the large lawn and toward the woods behind it. Perhaps if I could reach the woods, I would be able to hide among the trees until Andrew arrived, or maybe I could reach one of the neighbors’ houses and get help. It was a long shot, but it was better than nothing— A bullet shattered the dirt beside my foot. My heart leapt, and I ran faster than I thought possible. “Run, run, as fast as you can.” Chevalier laughed. “I love a good hunt!” Susan