Chapter Fourteen
Do You Trust Me?
Miles
Miles didn't know if he had the right to tell her.
Didn't know if he should tell her.
But, he also didn't know why Charlie seemed to be so upset. He had got her from Monroe didn't he? What was wrong with Charlie? His daughter kept up a good pace, making sure they had to power walk to keep up. Just then, they saw two people they thought they'd never see again.
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Charlie
Charlie's body froze, and she felt numb.
Jason?
He was heading towards them, and he was smiling at her. Charlie smiled, happy that he was alive. As they hugged each other, for the first time in a while. She heard Miles greeting Tom, when they heard the hounds. They couldn't run.
Couldn't hide.
He was coming for her.
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Monroe
They were close, he travelled in between the mess of soldiers, and stopped when everybody else had.
"Well, well, well, Miles," Monroe said, getting off his horse, and walking to the group. "Long time, no see."
He turned his attention to Nora, and gave her a smile. "I see you've returned safely to your group." He whispered. Miles jaw clenched, and Monroe couldn't help but chuckle. "So where's my son, Miles?" Monroe asked.
"Excuse me?" Miles asked.
"My son, you have Charlie, where is he?" He asked.
"Rachel's looking for him out west," Nora said.
"West?" Monroe asked. "Then, you shouldn't have Charlie."
"I'm not going to let you take her," Miles said.
Monroe saw Charlie…in the arms of a guy that was supposed dead. He turned his attention to Tom. His ex-captain. "Charlie," Monroe called, with a smile. Charlie gave an uncertain smile, and broke free from the man. He saw him put a hand to her wrist, but she broke free, and came to his side.
"You're surrounded, Miles, don't do anything stupid…or your niece will watch you die." Monroe threatened, helping her onto his horse, Monroe got on behind her, putting a hand on a waist, allowing her to lean against him. He turned the horse around and headed back for Philadelphia, glaring at the man who has arms crossed now.
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Later that night
Monroe watched as Charlie got ready for bed. He was getting used to her movements, and she crawled into bed, next to him he smiled, and kissed her shoulder. "Do you trust me?" He whispered into her ear.
"What?" She asked.
"Do you trust me?" He repeated.
"What kind of question is that?" She asked, moving to face him. She had a worried expression on her face, and Monroe just laughed. "Never mind, it was a stupid question." He murmured, before kissing her.
"Let's get some rest." He whispered, against her lips.