She grumbled to herself but was certain she was doing the right thing. She was haunted at night by dreams of Marcus being tortured, his screams piercing her eardrums and the betrayed expression on his face that had her waking up drenched in sweat, face covered in tears. Gordon had been fine, unaffected at all but Renae couldn't do it anymore. Instead she'd waited one night until he was asleep before sneaking off, grateful that he didn't care enough to go after her. Gordon could go to the castle and find out what was going on she didn't care. In fact she didn't care about any of it anymore. All she wanted was her son safe and sound. A pang went through her when she realised that the children in the warehouse would be feeling the same about their parents who she had helped murder even if it
