Chapter 15

Rose knew about traveling. It was when a person's substance switched from one dimension to another. Father Benedict had told her about it and said that she had it within her abilities if she would care to train for it. But Rose didn't feel like she needed it.

She probably should have, she now realized. It would've saved her from the immense nausea that she felt when Jericho pulled her from the museum to a beach in the middle of nowhere. She didn't even know that her husband could do something like that. But then again, she didn’t really know him, except for the fact that he somehow managed to plant butterflies in her stomach with his teasing smile.

Rose wasn't too fond of her husband at the moment, though. Not at all.

"Jericho? What the hell? Just because we're married doesn't mean that you can do something like that, you know." she complained, swallowing the bile that rose in her throat.

“Good, so I got the right guy. It was hard figuring out which of the three boys you came wi