Eventually, the thwacks stopped and Brent stood up from Barclay unconscious body. With his right hand covered in bruises and blood, he walked to where she lay, covered her in his jacket and wrapped her in his arms.
Giselle held onto him, feeling the fear and terror drain out of her. She tucked her face into his shoulder and cried. It started as a soft trickle of tears but soon turned into sobs that wracked her entire frame.
She was being moved, lifted and carried off the ground. She raised her head slightly above his shoulder and saw through watery eyes, the crowd that had begun to gather around. Which was normal considering the ruckus and commotion that had just taken place.
“Thank you,” she whispered as she tucked her head back in. She had no idea where he was taking her but it was b
