[ For a short moment Cibo lost herself. She bent at her knees to turn and run. The instinct to get far away, very fast beat her heart even harder. Except she stopped when she felt the gravel shift again under her heel— It would give her away if she initiated her sprint, if it hadn't already.
She held her breath. Eyes locked with the man. Eventually she would need to move. Need to breathe deep to catch her breath. How long could she really wait this out... ]
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She held her breath. Eyes locked with the man. Eventually she would need to move. Need to breathe deep to catch her breath. How long could she really wait this out... ]