Chapter 178: Grindelwald Really Knows How to Set a Stage
Magic drove the hull forward, cleaving through waves and leaving a white wake that stretched in a clean line northward.
They stood at the bow. The wind hit harder out here than on shore, snapping their coats and tugging at loose fabric.
Blue in every direction. Blue sky, blue sea. Only the occasional seabird cutting across the distance broke the purity of it.
Regulus leaned against the railing, one hand resting on the rail, eyes forward.
Freya stood beside him. She hadn't spoken, but she'd been there the whole time.
He could feel her glance landing on him now and then, studying him, turning something over in her mind. He pretended not to notice.
Time passed.
They'd left at dawn. The sun had climbed to its midpoint now, and the ship moved fast. More than half the distance was behind them.
He turned to her. "Freya, will there be fighting?"