“So,” Amy began. “Do you believe that Lady Annabeth is free from Margaux’s influence now?” she asked as she stared at Geneva’s side profile. The Swan wasn’t looking at Amy, she was intent on gazing at the coalescing portal in front of her.
Lady Geneva groaned. “I don’t know,” she said, keeping her eyes on the whirling silver flames made by the Queen Mother.
“You don’t know?” Amy took a step forward and grabbed Lady Geneva with both hands. “You just saw the woman nearly die from the flames! Wasn’t that enough?”
The Swan looked at Amy as though the new Queen sprouted a second head. “Listen, little bird,” Geneva grabbed Amy's shoulders. “Yes, I saw your Keeper emerge unharmed from the ritual flames. I know I should believe her innocence, but my instincts tell me otherwise,” she said. “An
