Chapter twenty eight
Gerald.
I had underestimated her. That was for sure
Of course the fucker, Humphrey would teach his only daughter these things.
In fact, it made sense but it still felt wrong.
She wasn't the "Sit still pretty princess." I thought she was.
A laugh, sharp and bitter escaped me as I shook my head. No way Humphrey had actually taught his daughter life skills. But then again, maybe it was his guilt talking, guilt that he hadn't been able to protect her mother.
We stood in an endless stretch of farmland, at least a hundred acres wide. The air was heavy with a stehfh of sun-warmed soil and faint manure, the him of Cidicas drilling into my ears.
"Finally, anything?" I asked when I spotted Max jogging back towards us, Sweat glistening on his brows.
"Just an old man with
