Bentley had not been able to fly very far, considering the significant damage to her current form. But even just a residential street of Jericho was better than being in that now-godforsaken church. At least out here she could heal herself somewhat without a dozen eyeballs staring at her in fear, awe, anger, or whatever the hell those emotions were. Even if it hurt more to do so, she was not in the mood for any more attention. Especially not while the one responsible for her original death was around.