Geneva stepped forward, her eyes focused on the crystal in the middle of the lake. Once she was out of the reach of King Henri's magic, the sheets of rain that fell from the sky soaked her in an instant. She looked over her shoulder, eyeing Amy. "You plan had better work, little dove," she said.
Amy felt something struck her gut. She was certain that her plan would work, however, as the Swan of Gustav stared at her, she could not help but feel a slight sense of unease. Swallowing the lump that lodged itself in her throat, Amy forced herself to smile. "I-it will work, Geneva," she stammered. "I'm sure of it."
"Very well." The Swan then looked away, turning back to the scene in front of her. Her shoulders rose and fell as she breathed, standing under the raging storm. Her ink black hair wa
