“What the…?” was all TJ was able to say before he realized that the archer was nocking another arrow to his bow. “Run! NOW!” He shouted, herding his friends toward the opening in the fence and away from the open ground.
“What about Simon?” Allison asked, hesitating.
“Leave him for now. We’ve got to move or we’re all dead. That madman will skewer the lot of us!” TJ pulled on her sleeve.
Jerking her arm from his grasp, Allison grabbed at Simon’s collar and gave a tug, . . .
