Rowan nodded once. “The one who is supposed to find them is still a child.” He turned to me. “Are you sure about this?”
“Not at all, but the Goddess chose her for a reason. We have to respect her decision.” I clicked off everything on my father’s computer, and the desk turned dark once again.
“When did your father have time to design that desk?” Rowan knocked on the top for a second before I started for the door.
“I can only assume the man was bored out of his mind at the Agora.” I headed out the door, and the two men followed behind. “He probably took a few years to make it and moved it back here when they moved back.” I looked back at Rowan. “Why? Do you want one?”
Rowan grinned. “Heck, yeah, I do.” I smiled as we headed down the stairs.
“Me too.” I laughed as we headed out to se
