“What was that?”
“What was what?” Amy asked back. After the Oracle vanished into thin air, Amy and Geneva stood staring at each other for what seemed like ages. It was Geneva who first broke the quietude. Amy swallowed hard as she felt a cold wave wash over her body, making goose-flesh rise on her skin.
The color slowly crept back to Geneva’s face as she tried to gather herself. “Why did you say all those things to the High Oracle?”
“He had it coming,” replied Amy. “You know, Geneva, that bit there was an utter waste of time. Instead of getting solutions, we have more problems. That arrogant Oracle made it clear that he’s not helping us and he took the grimoire away.”
The Swan made a long, audible sigh. “It is my fault,” she admitted, averting her eyes from Amy. “You were right, I sho
