Chapter 39 Jamie
Jamie walked among his group, listening to the even breathing of children and the grandparents with too loud snores.
“We should be there by morning,” Birsha said from Jamie’s side.
“We just need to avoid the patrol again.” Jamie looked toward the road. “They know we are here somewhere; they just don’t know where we are.” He could barely hear his own voice but didn’t dare speak any louder.
Birsha nodded and adjusted his grip on the rough staff he had carved for himself. “We just need to avoid them for a few more hours. We can’t take another close call.”
Jamie glanced over to where Grayson slept fitfully. The boy had run for hours, leading the Dark One down a trail away from their group. He had returned to them, covered in hundreds of scratches, his knees bloodied wher
