They had been on the run for months, with no sign of Jacques. And now, at last, they were safe. With each passing day, the ocean took them further away from France, and from Jacques. Every day they grew closer and closer to the new land and a new life.
A new nation, a new world, and a new start for them both. Marian was learning that her power was much greater than she had ever been led to believe, and that she could press on the minds of virtually everyone they’d met.
The journey across the sea was more tedious than dangerous. Walter, finally having time to think and process what had happened, wasn’t really speaking to her. He wasn’t avoiding her or refusing to talk; he just had little to say, constantly looking off into the middle distance.