“You lied,” Geneva accused. She was standing at the entrance to Amy’s loaned room. She was leaning her right shoulder against the door frame and her legs were crossed.
“I’m sorry?” asked Amy, dumbfounded. She stared at the Swan. Aside from Geneva’s lazy stance, Amy noticed that the Swan was toying with a leaf using her magic. The leaf was rolling over and floating in the air as Geneva’s fingers wiggled.
“You said that the Oracle and the Council wished you well,” Geneva answered. “That’s a lie, isn’t it? I know when you are lying. You either cough or clear your throat. It’s stupid. You are one terrible liar, Amy.”
“Tone it down!” Amy huffed, her eyes wide. She ran to the door from the bed and pulled Geneva inside the room. She poked her head through the door frame and glanced left and ri
