She took his hand and led them out of the building, based on his guidance. Johnny had come too and he offered her a nod.<br/><br/>"Go, if someone tries to follow, I'll hold them off." He said, as he forced himself to stand. Roxie nodded back and guided Alexander...<i>No, Alaric.</i>.. out of the church. The pickup she drove was older, but it was a sturdy machine, one that would get them out of here unharmed, as long as it had not been tampered with. She unlocked the doors and they both piled into it. Roxie immediately threw the car into reverse and peeled out of the dusty parking lot, kicking up dirt as she went. Her grip on the will was white-knuckled and tense, and she did not speak again until they were several miles away.<br/><br/>"One of your men, he had a sound-stone..." She commented. Roxie recognized the magical listening device. Her tone was not accusatory, she had heard the rumors that there were those within his pack that still wanted to wipe her pack off the face of the earth. She took a glance over at him and immediately felt her stomach turn. As the smell of the explosion started to lift from her senses, she could smell more of him. It almost made more sense now, what had happened that night. Alaric had seemed off, but not that off. She was not sure if it was the alcohol or something else, some kind of magic maybe, that had enabled Alexander to pull off the ruse.<br/><br/>"You thought I would have killed in cold blood?" Roxie asked, unable to hide the hurt in her voice. They had been friends, she had wondered so many times if perhaps they could be more, but now it felt like he did not know her at all. Stranger still, that no one called for her death as justice for the loss of life. That made it all the more mysterious.<br/><br/>"Someone did not want us to know..."