“No,” Daniel said with a slight grimace. “I blame her mother.”
Thanks, Mom, Rosemary thought, and realized she had a lot to thank her mother for. After all, for a family of psychics, the McGuires were pretty level-headed. Also, she knew she needed to remember that even if Gerald Gates turned out to be her father, she was still far more human than demon. Obviously, those with mixed blood here in Greencastle wanted to cling to their demon heritage. That was their truth, though; it didn’t have to be hers.
“So,” Gerald said hastily, “I was thinking we could head out to Indianapolis around ten tomorrow morning, if that’s all right with you, Rosemary.”
Was there such a thing as a demonic peacemaker? She wouldn’t have thought so, but it seemed that Gerald Gates was doing his best to fulfill th
