To avoid drawing attention, Rowan stopped the caravan near the marketplace, giving others the impression that it contained goods and not ghastly injured people on the run.
He turned to Carla and spoke softly, his voice laced with slight nervousness. "You stay here, okay? I'll go make some arrangements."
The woman clutched at his sleeves, her eyes slightly tearing up. "But… what if there are those people out there?"
Rowan gently placed his hand on hers. He smiled warmly, comforting her. "Nothing's going to happen. I promise you."
He turned to the back and lifted the curtains of the caravan. Inside, his children lay huddled in one corner, shivering beneath thin blankets.
Anna and Ada lay unconscious on the floor, their faces deathly pale. He and his wife had done their best to administer first aid to the grievously injured Magi.
Nearby, Kaqsper York sat slumped against the wooden board, though he wasn't faring much better. Both of his hands were covered in blood-soaked bandages.
