I began to cry. I pulled my hands from his and covered my face and kept crying. “Just leave me here. It is all done. Napoleon will head back to Paris, the Russians will chase him back there and men will overcome the once great Napoleon. I can see that now. I can see it all. But here I must stay.”
“No, I want you to come with me.” Jeremiah grabbed my hands again in his. “We will live. Do not say such things. Come with me.”
“I can’t. Phoebe is gone. I am lost and am too tired. Just leave me be.”
Jeremiah squeezed my hands tight. “Please, do not give up. You were once a princess and a witch of great strength. You are a Chronicler. And you are the woman I love. Please, come with me.”
I admired him for his strength. I always would. “I can’t accept your help. I don’t need to be rescued. I ju
