“You go,” she said. “I’ll stall them—”

He swore. “You are out of your mind. I’m not leaving you to face them.” Then, before she could answer, he was dragging her down the hill, to the edge of the rocks, until the water was glittering below them.

“So we run?” she said.

“Yes. For now.” He glanced back at the darkened woods. “The underbrush will slow them down.”

“When we get to the other side—” she started.

“We’ll figure it out.”

“Together,” she said.

He nodded. “Together.”

Then he took her hand, and they jumped into the water below.