(April’s POV)
I looked in the back seat to find Paige, Prue, and Lori all out cold in their carseats. Peter was still all hyped about moving to a new place so he was chattering away to Douglas while Martin rested his head against the cool window.
We offered to let them go with the others and we’d take the little ones but Doug didn’t want to be separated from them just yet. Though I think poor Martin might be regretting coming with us instead of going to a quieter vehicle.
We had to rent a couple of vans to haul our unconscious prisoners back with. I can just imagine what Uncle Wyatt will say about that. For right now, though? I’m just glad to see them all smiling. Though Martin really didn’t look good.
“Martin? Is there anything I can get for you?” I asked, and I know I’m not supposed
