The train slows as I anticipatingly tap my feet against the floor. After almost two days of traveling, I'm close to my destination. The countryside station is empty, no voices, no sound beyond the rain tapping lightly against the metal roof overhead. I step out with my single bag slung over my shoulder and boots covered in dirt from the last transfer.

She’s out here somewhere. Hopefully.

I didn't ask my men to follow me. As much as Derek had commanded his men to help me all these weeks, I ...