Joff sprinted through the doorway, turning to the side as he squeezed through.
Bang!
Willow's head smacked into the doorframe as he ran through.
"Sorry!"
Ghost winced as he saw the impact, but didn't hesitate as he leaped into the air and flew out.
Joff looked down at the girl in his arms as he ran back through the bakery, heading back out to the street outside.
"Are you ok?"
There was no answer. Willow, who'd previously been groggy but still awake after being poisoned was now completely knocked out.
After having overheard the grey-cloaked man's words from earlier, Joff knew he couldn't just leave Willow somewhere random. If Easthill's men thought she was a member of Northell, there might actually be something there.
