"We're lost, aren't we?"
"Of course we're not." Jonah scoffed, peering at the device he had in his hand.
It was a new invention he had come up with, made with clear quartz and selenite. He had hoped that it would be enough to lead them to Jean Nott's hideout but it seemed like this magic compass wasn't working as it was intended to.
"We're lost," Sirona said, her tone dead. "Just as I expected."
"You have such little faith in me."
"Needless to say," Sirona said with a scoff. She adjusted the hood that was over her head, making sure that her features were shadowed and out of view.
