Thirty-four:
Fiona Fallon
I’ve never been to the Netherlands.
I’d never been out of Scotland before.
When we got to the train station, there was a red-haired woman standing there. Her hair was up in a bun held back by a headband. “Hera?” she said, looking directly at me. I glanced from Declan back to the woman.
“That’s yer aunt,” Declan explained, “Duchess Isa.”
I stepped forward. “I’m Fiona.”
Duchess Isa nodded. “I’m sorry. That’s the name you were given by your parents. Coleum history references a lot of references to the gods and goddesses. Although I never understood why they were Greek, but I think they wanted something a little more elegant.”
“If my parents died, how did you survive?”
