Chapter Twenty-NineIn a Land Rover a few miles away, Kiera tried to roll over but moved too far and the gear stick jabbed into her thigh.
“Go to sleep,” Jack murmured, with his eyes still closed.
“Easier said than done,” Kiera grumbled. “We were supposed to have one more night in our comfy bed but you wouldn’t have it. I hope you’re happy.”
“Very happy.” Jack smiled at her in the darkness, still not opening his eyes, and then drifted back to sleep.
Caden stared out of the large kitchen window whilst Council members dismantled the house piece by piece. He’d walked around and cast his eye over each room and he felt sure they wouldn’t find anything of interest, no clue as to where the witch and the Gwithiaz were heading. He could tell they had no intention of returning. The only objects l
