Having given Stone and Ezekiel a head start Eve raced to the bookshelf and pulled a large tome bound in brown leather free, to anyone else it appeared nothing more than a blank book but Jenkins and Cassandra knew a Grimoire when they saw one. Flynn vanished upstairs for a few moments only to return with two bags packed with clothing while Cassandra magically barred the front door; it wouldn't slow Hale and his men down for long but it would provide them the few moments they needed. Seeing Flynn struggling under the bags as he tried to throw yet more books inside and descend the basement stairs – seemed he didn't quite understand 'take only what you can carry' – Jenkins left Eve to grab the weapons she deemed appropriate and pulled both bags from the shorter man then threw them over his shoulder. The front door creaked obscenely upstairs where Hale's men repeatedly kicked against it, they needed to go so Jenkins ushered everyone out the same way Stone and Ezekiel had left.

The Witches and Familiars kept to the tree line that surrounded Salem as they made their way towards Cassandra's home and hopped through the parlour window Jenkins had always favoured, with everyone focused on Revered Carson's home it had been repetitively easy to move unnoticed.

The redhead instantly went to her Grimoire and held it close to her chest, since they didn't know where anything was Eve and Flynn grabbed some food from the kitchen while Jenkins and Cassandra gathered up the few things she just couldn't leave behind from upstairs; a few dresses, the book of Arthurian legends that had belonged to her father.

The female witch didn't want to leave her home, her father, Robert, had built the house with his own two hands – and some help from Nathaniel – this was the only home she'd ever known. None of them could stay though, to the men and women of Salem all six of them were monsters, leaving was their only option.

"Cassandra!" Galahad called from downstairs.

She raced down hoping that she'd not forgotten anything in her haste. Eve and Flynn returned from the kitchen and then they all made their way back out the parlour window; couldn't risk the front door. They all reached for the heavy bags but froze when Flynn's house suddenly erupted in flames like an angry volcano, that wasn't all that caught their eyes, staring back at them was Christopher Kent. The man was tall and strong but wouldn't be any match for two Originals let alone their witches, Eve expected a fight, for Christopher to scream for Theophil and his mob but he didn't, instead he spoke softly.

"Hale will be on his way to burn this house down too, you need to run. I'll say I saw you running south."

Jenkins nodded his gratitude. "Thank you."

"You may be witches but I don't think you're evil. Thank you for saving my brother."

Nothing more was said, Jenkins, Cassandra and their friends ran off into the forest to meet up with Ezekiel and Jacob while Christopher kept his word. The tall man raced into the main square.

"Magistrate Hale! I found them! I found them! They went south!"

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A few days went by and the group finally entered Boston, it had taken longer than expected thanks to them having to avoid travellers. Eve had scouted ahead for much of their journey reporting back to Jenkins – who seemed to be the only one that could understand her as a hawk – while he had kept watch at night.

Once in Boston Jacob took them straight to his house and out of the public eye. His home was smaller than Flynn's or Cassandra's had been but it was a place for them to lay their heads that wasn't surrounded by leaves and forest. Ezekiel quickly moved into Stone's bed with him while Eve and Flynn took the spare room which had been turned into more of a study full of books though it did still have a bed in it. Jenkins – bless his heart – had managed to set up a makeshift bed for Cassandra by the fire downstairs – they could have conjured a bed but their really wasn't enough room – he'd set it up with pillows and as many blankets as he could find then lit the fire for her.

It wasn't until nightfall when everyone had retired and they'd finally escaped Salem that Cassandra let herself cry wrapped up in Galahad's strong arms. Jenkins just held her knowing he was part of the cause of her pain, she'd lost Nathaniel all over again and he'd been the one to put the fox familiar down. The woman he loved was hurting and so he changed into his wolf form and wrapped his tail around her, Cassandra always felt better cuddling into his his fur, why Jenkins didn't exactly know but he'd do anything to comfort her.

Only when the sun threatened to rise did Cassandra finally fall asleep surrounded by her white wolf, her head on his huge paw as though it were a fluffy pillow. Jenkins had lived longer than almost he himself could remember – Eve was an infant compared to him – and yet Cassandra's sorrow had affected him more than anything else he'd been through. He was more closely bonded to her than any other witch he'd ever cared for and it wasn't just because they'd slept together. Most Originals ended up having sex with their witches, it came from the bond and was hard to resist, he'd tried to resist with Arthur but eventually they'd both given up. No, it wasn't their bond that kept him so strongly to Cassandra... it was love. He loved Cassandra like he'd never loved another. Jenkins wouldn't ever have another Master or Mistress like the redhead, she was his everything, he loved her more than anything else in creation and he knew that when old age took her he'd break.

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The next morning Jacob and Ezekiel awoke to birds singing in the trees and made quick work of waking everyone else for breakfast, just simple tea and toast. None of them could remember the last time they'd all sat down to eat at a table. There wasn't a conversation, just silence, they'd been outed as witches and familiars in Salem and it wouldn't be long before news reached Boston that witch finder Jacob Stone had helped them all escape. Boston wouldn't be safe for very long and then there was the matter of those shards lodged in their chests, Jenkins was even more concerned about Cassandra because she'd gotten two of the things. None of them seemed be have been adversely affected or in any kind of pain – save for Cassandra who continued to find herself ill randomly without any cause but that had been going on for days before Morgan had outed them all – but that didn't mean there wasn't anything wrong underneath the surface. The two Originals were a tad confused as well because they'd been right beside the others when Morgan's ruby had exploded and yet they'd made it out unscathed. Odd. There was a lot to figure out but they didn't quite know where to start, Eve tried though, that woman could have put any military man to shame.

"We need to keep moving." Said the blonde to everyone gathered around the small breakfast table. "We've probably got one more night here and then word from Salem will reach Boston and everyone will guess we're here. We all need to be gone from here when that happens."

"Where too, mate?" Asked Ezekiel with his mouth full of toast. "Six strangers showing up anywhere in the middle of the night and just moving into the same house is going to look suspicious."

"Who said anything about the same house?" Began Flynn. "I agree all of us showing up together might seem a little odd but Cassandra and I can conjurer up enough gold for three houses, that's far less noticeable."

"We shall deal with that all when we get to wherever it is we intend to go." Jenkins cleared his throat and set his tea cup down. "Firstly we need to deal with the ruby shards and how to get them out of your chests."

"And then there's the fact Morgan is still skulking about. She may still want them." Added Stone.

"I don't think so." Cassandra informed from Jenkins' side. "She left pretty quickly after it blew up and made no attempt to get them back so I don't think they're of any use to her now. We should stay on high alert though."

Jenkins sighed. "She is the sort to seek revenge, trust me on that."

There was silence for a few seconds and then Stone suddenly perked up.

"Let's go to the Carolinas. No one knows any of us there and it'll take ages for people to find out what happened in Salem. No one will ever know."

"That's a good idea." Agreed Cassandra, she'd always wanted to go to the Carolinas.

They had a plan and once they'd gathered some supplies they'd be ready to go.