boy didn’t smile back, just stared at Noa, then finally moved his gaze to the man. He stared at the body, head tilting as he focused on the tattoo and the obvious brand in its center. The boy lifted his bony hand and ran it down his own chest, over his own upturned cross. He looked at the other boys beside him and the upturned crosses on their emaciated chests too.
“We are all like you,” Noa said, her quiet voice like a scream in the silence of the van. She laid her hand on her sternum, where her cross was too. The boy looked into Noa’s eyes, and she saw it. Her throat clogged with emotion when a spark of what appeared to be hope burst into his olive gaze. The boy then looked at the man, and a frown came onto his face.
“He’s okay, kid,” Dinah said, because Noa couldn’t speak. She was being crushed by a dangerous cocktail of rage and intense sorrow for what these kids had gone through at the hands of the Brethren bastards. “He just needed rest. He’ll be okay.” Dinah met Noa’s eyes, unspoken words passing between them. They didn’t know if he’d be okay. He was a killer, that was for sure. But Noa didn’t see the blood coating his body or think about the way he’d stabbed the Brethren priest. All she saw was the collar, the scars around his neck and the brand that had been seared onto his chest.
They had found one. They had finally found someone like them. Someone who had escaped the Brethren’s clutches too. He had to be like them. There was no other possibility.
Noa became lost to her thoughts, only waking from them when the van stopped and Jo got out of the cabin and opened the back doors. Jo’s eyes immediately fell on the man, and she blinked slowly. “Well, this is new,” she said. “Bit old to have been kept in a priest’s basement, isn’t he?” She raised her eyebrow. “Care to share your piece of muscled show-and-tell with the class?”
Candace rounded the van and stopped beside her girlfriend. She blinked in surprise, then looked at Noa, question in her gaze. “Long story,” Dinah said. She climbed out of the van and walked toward the house and Katie, who was opening the door and making her way toward them.
The middle-aged woman stopped when Dinah reached her. “How many this time?”
“Five,” Dinah said. Beth and Naomi started helping the boys from the van. They took the pile of blankets from the bench and wrapped one around each boy’s shoulders. Noa climbed out too, her gaze drifting to the home that had become the too-young Brethren victims’ salvation. In the top-floor windows, she saw several faces looking back at her. They all had longer hair now, had filled out, but despite their physical changes, she still recognized every one of them. Remembered exactly where they’d been found, and what had been done to them.
Noa smiled at them; very few smiled back. Her heart broke. Because although they were safe, these kids were forever haunted by the demons wearing red dog collars. Just as she and her sisters were.
Her gaze fell on the man in the van, still unconscious, breathing calmly. Was he haunted by them too?
“We have no more room,” Noa overheard Katie telling Dinah as Naomi, Beth, Candace and Jo walked the boys into the house. Katie smiled at each one as he passed. Her smile fell as soon as the boys had entered the house and could no longer hear the women’s conversation.
“We just got some more money,” Dinah said, hooking her thumb in Noa’s direction. “Noa managed to retrieve a huge amount this week.”
Katie sighed. “There’s no more room in the house,” she repeated. Her eyes filled with sorrow. The Coven had found Katie when they had begun hunting Brethren priests. She had been a housekeeper for one at his parish. He’d beaten her, abused her too, but she had stayed regardless. She had stayed to care for the boy she had discovered in the priest’s basement.
When the Coven had retrieved the boy, they had freed her too. But then the sisters had only found more and more victims. So Noa had started to steal from the Brethren’s secret benefactors, and they had secured Katie a house in the middle of nowhere. From that day on, her home became a safe place for the discovered Brethren-abused boys. But that had been a