" […] So you are in the right place to start looking for…whatever it is that you are looking for.”
“You do realize Central Park is over eight hundred acres. How are we supposed to find anything?”
“Certainly not by standing about and whining at me.”
“Any idea what direction it might be?”
“Not really,” I gritted out and glared at him. “You’re the one with faery blood. Aren’t you supposed to have some innate sense of direction?”
“I’m not a compass,”