"We go now," John said.
"Please, we have to make sure Charles gets away with the children."
He cupped her cheek and his thumb rubbed over her lips. "Are you concerned for the children or Charles?" he asked gently.
"The children," she lied, one hundred percent sure that if she admitted to worrying about Charles, John would kill him.
He nodded and motioned the other prisoners out. He killed a few more of the reverend's men before Charles disappeared with the other captives.
She took one last glance at their retreating backs then followed John to the trees and toward her house. The reverend and his men didn't appear to try to stop them but she knew they would come for them.
"Where are we going?"
"To your dwelling."
"You know where I live?"
How long had he known? Did she go around her
