Chapter 69

"Is - is he in some kind of trouble?" the woman asked.

I bit down on my tongue, sensing the little girl's eyes on me. Despite the revenge I craved, she was an innocent like I had been. Or...still was. Also like me, she hadn't chosen her father or mother.

I angled away from the open door, my steps purposeful but not threatening, using my bow to help guide me. Archer and Grady followed, closing the door behind them.

"Your husband took something from me."

"Wh-what? There must be some mistake. He's a good man."

From the glimpses I'd seen here, I couldn't argue. They appeared healthy and warm. Even the cat that was now sniffing and padding around my boots. This woman likely didn't know what her husband had been up to in order to provide for them. Really, if I allowed myself to think it, he'd done what I tried to do - keep my family alive. I shook my head, though, because that would make us too much alike.

"Is he here?" Grady asked, his voice low.