Alistair had caught his leg, but Bellamy wasn't going down without a fight. He latched on to Darrow's shoulder as he tumbled down and pulled him along with him, leaving them in a jumble of naked, wet skin on the forest floor. Bellamy was on the bottom of the pile, so he couldn't get up and finish the race first. Instead, he wrapped both arms around Alistair to keep him from getting up and resuming the lead, laughing as he did. "Gotcha."
