Chapter 111
Hugh held the front door of the monastery open, clearing the last part of their escape from Baruch and his basement room of horrors. John breathed deeply, drawing the clean, fresh air into every part of him.
He’d taken Branwen into his own arms about halfway up the stairs, but not to help her uncle. Hugh looked like he could have carried her for miles without stopping to rest.
John had wanted to help himself. He closed his eyes and held her closer, the mist on his face washing away the last remnants of fear and disgust.
They were anything but safe, though James had let him know no one was following them.
Walking out of that building under his own power with Branwen in his arms still felt like salvation.
“Can you drive, John?”
“I’ll follow you.”
John carefully put Branwe
