Chapter 22
THE DISTANCE FROM the church to the harbour was short but, in the darkness, while carrying the boy, covering it seemed to take longer than ever.
He didn’t attempt to walk for himself; he just whimpered and hung onto Gisele’s neck.
Nellie kept looking over her shoulder to check if the fire dog was coming. But it wasn’t. The shepherd seemed to have been so engrossed in whatever magical victory he had achieved that he hadn’t even noticed that somebody had removed the prize prisoner out of the crypt.
But now she wished nothing more than to reach the safety of the barn.
She had never done anything like this in her life. Disobeying the shepherd, stealing things from the church, sneaking around after dark. Not wearing a bonnet outdoors. All things she would have despised even as r
