“If I’m right, that would make you the son of a demon queen and a holy man,” Annie said, her Southern drawl slipping in with her excitement. She swiftly pulled over, putting the vehicle into park, before continuing. “Being a cross-breed isn’t a bad thing. At least not according to Raven.”
Not according to Raven? What did that even mean? My head was spinning. “Ok, fine. Let’s say I believe you. What now?”
Annie got out, throwing open the door. “Now, we’re going to find your sister.”
The morning sky was bright as I exited the trailer with Lola in my arms. Annie sat on the dirt, looking up at the sky, comparing it to the map from the parking lot. “I think I got this.”
“Are you trying to locate constellations in the daylight?” I asked with a raised eyebrow.
“I have my ways.” Annie motione
