CHAPTER 6
“Are you sure no one is following us?” Violet asked, peeking over her shoulder for a glimpse of moonlight reflecting off rifles or machine guns. She saw nothing but the long stretch of train tracks.
“I do not detect anyone,” Leontios replied, shuffling his soft leather boots in the sand. “Though my powers are not nearly as strong by moonlight.”
“Powers,” Violet said, shivering. With the sun gone, the desert had become uncomfortably chilly. She wished for the shawl stowed away in her luggage.
“Yes, VioletWarren. Surely you have noticed. Our worlds are very different, but I did pull water out of the desert air.”
“Eventually I will wake up,” she muttered.
“You are not dreaming,” Leontios said. “Has this world no magic then?”
“Very little,” Violet admitted. “I’ve been searchin
