Chapter 13
I shivered from the cold and wrapped my coat tighter around me. Jeremiah marched with the other soldiers, within eyesight, but he kept his distance from me. Days had passed since we had arrived in France, and still we did not talk much. I prayed that Phoebe and Charley were fine and that we would soon meet up with them.
“You look upset. What is wrong?” Napoleon brought his horse next to mine.
“I’m fine.” I glanced away from Jeremiah and smiled at Napoleon.
“I might not have my magic any longer, but I can still tell when people are lying.” Several of his personal guard rode on horseback by him but gave him enough space to give us a semblance of privacy.
I turned away from him and looked straight ahead at the more than seven hundred soldiers marching on the road ahead. “I wou
