Chapter Twenty-Three“Where did she go, man?”
Colin sat where his knees had failed him, in an ancient pew deep in the heart of Chartres. He shook his head.
“How can you not know? You were beside her. She was yours to watch over.” Roland’s whisper was heated.
“We were separated.” Colin had watched her fade. Could feel the impenetrable walls of the labyrinth she’d walked even if he couldn’t see them. Others had simply seen her disappear. Slowly becoming more air and less Meghan until the sunlight had streamed through her and finally she was gone and only the sunlight remained.
The stir had been enormous. Near panic. The gentle morning routine of the various ambassadors, of French coffee and quiet talk, had burst asunder as a woman faded from sight bit by bit within the labyrinth. A labyri
