#Chapter 187: A Divine Conversation

“Can you do me a favor?” I asked Theo. We were still driving through the countryside on the way back from Queen Yarrow’s. “Rather than taking me straight back to the hotel since Charles isn’t even there, can we find a temple for the moon goddess? I’d like to pray for guidance.” “Sure,” he said. “You know? It’s funny. When I first took the job, I didn’t pick you as the devout sort. But you really seem connected with the moon goddess.” “Maybe it seems silly, but she speaks to me,” I admitted. “Not just in a feeling but in dreams and such. Like real conversations.” He nodded. “I’ve heard of people with these connections like that. It kind of makes sense because I don’t think it matters which God or goddess you lay your faith in. It seems like the ones who are touched by the deities are always the ones who struggle with the most trials in life. And you certainly have trials.” He made the request of his navigation app to find us a local temple to the moon. Crescentshire was too small to