Chapter 39

“Where are we going?” Jesse asked, once he had safely delivered Dominique to the house and returned to Michelle’s apartment.

“Paris.”

“I should warn you that my French is a little rusty.”

“I don’t think that’s going to make a big difference,” Michelle said, taking his hand. “You’re not going to be able to understand anybody, anyway.”

“Why?”

Jesse didn’t know if Michelle even heard the question. In the time it took him to utter the word, Michelle moved the world around them, bending space to deposit them in Paris. Jesse was pretty adept at traveling like that, but he wasn’t accustomed to moving with such power and at such great distances. It felt like his internal organs needed another handful of seconds to catch up with them, and the ground didn’t feel solid beneath his feet. He might have fallen right on his ass, but Michelle’s strong feelings kept him upright.

“You better pull yourself together. We’re not done yet.”