"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 ...