Eight days, five safe houses, four countries, and not one word passed.

She’d nod. Give him empty eyed looks. He managed to get a hum out of her once, but beyond that not a word came out of her.

It wasn’t that she didn’t trust him, he initially thought that was the problem but she’d glued herself to his side fairly quickly, not liking when he stepped out for food or to look around.

She trusted him, or was at least desperate enough to stay by his side but she never talked. James would assume she was mute if he hadn’t heard her wake up screaming from night terrors.