20. Genevieve

Skye was not a girl as I expected. Instead I had a blue eyed, blonde chunk of muscle escorting me. He wore blue, well-worn mechanics overalls with a white shirt underneath.

Annoyingly he would only refer to me as Luna Genevieve. Achingly formal. Setting off I soon got the impression this was not a happy event for him. Sighing and silent, was he this much of a prick for Freya?

"Hey are we going to have issues here?" I asked as the sun began to sink. Four hours driving and still in White Forest.

"Not at all Luna Genevieve. We will stop in a few hours, eat, rest and make enquiries."

"So you don't know where the Fates are?"

"They move. They don't hang around for more than a few years."

"There's more than one?"

He sighed, rapping his fingers against the steering wheel as though I was an idiot.

"They're like an extended family. Some are better than others. Some are just con artists. We're searching for Padgett."

"Is he the best one?"

"She."

He was annoyingly brisk. His blue eyes constantly