“Mother!” Phoebe rushed up to me and pulled me to her. “Please, what has come over you?”
Napoleon turned away and walked toward the edge of the summit. I guessed from his expression that he did not understand my rapid-fire rant. His English was good, but not that good.
Jeremiah waited until Napoleon had given us some space to talk, and he raised his hands to plead with me. “Look, I’m not here to fight you. I’m upset too, but our arguing isn’t going to solve our problems. We’ll still be stuck here in the cold, and we need a plan to survive. We can deal with Napoleon later, but we need to keep him where we can see him.”
My chest heaved and I fought hard not to cry. A complex rush of emotions came over me, and I turned away from him and Phoebe, looking at the embers of Grenoble. “There’s o
