How Dimitri managed to find me before my trial was a mystery to me. To get from Russia to Court should have taken about six hours by plane, but he was here in two.
" Rose." I turned. Dimitri was putting a key inside the lock to the door, peering though to see me. " Rose, I'm going to get you out now. We'll have to run for it. Don't ask any questions. Just go." The door creaked open and I sprung out. Dimitri had brought my stake, so I was ready and armed. We sprinted out the gates of the prison, when the alarms sounded. Guards came from every direction and quickly surrounded us. We were stuck in the middle of the road in front of Court, surrounded by them.
" You run towards the right, I'll take the left. Maybe we can surprise them." Dimitri whispered into my ear. I nodded slightly, so they wouldn't see. Then, we both took off sprinting for the woods beyond the road, narrowly missing some of the guards who were shooting at us. I felt a sharp stab of pain in my left arm, but kept running. We leapt over rocks and fallen branches as we ran deeper into the forest, the pain in my arm becoming a painful throb.
After what seemed like hours, we finally stopped by a small stream in a clearing. I sat on the ground, panting, right next to Dimitri. He had his arm around me, but took it away when I winced.
"Rose, where are you hurt?" Dimitri asked, worried. He was looking at his bloodstained hand that had been right where I was hit. He couldn't have told I was injured, because I was wearing the standard prisoner's black clothing.
" Um... here?" I said, gently tugging on the sleeve of my shirt, feeling a trickle of warm blood run down my arm. Dimitri bit his lip and cut open my sleeve with a knife he had hidden in his jacket. A small stream of blood dripped down the length of my arm. Luckily, the bullet had gone straight through, but it was still an open wound. Dimitri tore a strip of cloth from his shirt and wet it with the water from the creek. Then, he gently cleared the dried blood off of my arm. It was amazing how he could be so fierce and dangerous in battle, but yet so gentle with an injury. He then tore another strip of cloth off and gently tied it around the hole the bullet had made in my arm. I winced even though he was being gentle.
" There." He sighed, sitting back to inspect his work. " That should do."
" Thanks." I said, squeezing his arm with my good hand. He smiled at me.
"I'd do it all over again if I had to, Roza. Having you back was completely worth it." I scooted closer to him.
"I hope so, because I'm not too keen on the idea of being caught again." That made him smile. Our lips met, a warm fire spreading through my body, making me shift closer and press against him. We both knew where this was going. Dimitri pulled away.
"I don't think that we should get too extreme. We're only a few miles away from Court. We should move." Reluctantly, we stood up and continued our journey, wherever that path would lead us.