Chapter eighty five

Claire could hardly believe it. It was not supposed to happen. What went wrong? But didn't Caroline say the village head traveled? The story wasn't adding up.

Claire remembered what happened in her dream and she wasn't in the mood to sleep back. Not like sleep would come willingly when there was an ambush.

She felt Abigail's hands on hers and decided to follow her out of the house.

Outside the house, there were lots of chaos, with children and families shouting and running. Some houses had been put on fire.

The smoke made its way to Claire's nostrils and her lungs. She began coughy violently. They stopped by a small Alley which was free from all the things going on around them.

"Do you think they are after us?" Claire's eyes were wide and red-rimmed because of her coughing fit.

Caroline used her hands to go through her hair, a tired expression on her face. "I don't know. This has never happened."

Claire noticed the tired lines on her face. She knew the woman was barely hanging on t