Jamie's heart broke for her a bit, because his thoughts had been going down much the same path Lena's had. That could very easily have been his life, if his dad had followed through with his plan to hop that bus to California. "That's rough," he said sympathetically. "I'm sorry."
Roxanna shrugged. "The Fieldings take good care of me, it just...took me a while to find my way to them," she replied. "They're better than what I ever hoped I'd get."
"I didn't seek her out, more like...running away from him, I found the way to her shop. Her assistant or whatever, he offered me some coffee and a place out of the wind. It all went to hell after that, because apparently her name was Hecate, and she can do magic, and apparently thinks it's OK to steal people's fucking blood so they can't hide from her, or some other fucked up shit. And apparently the ghosts all listen to her-"
"Roxanna," Jamie said suddenly. "Sorry to interrupt, but...who's your father?"
She stared back, letting out a bitter little laugh. "Hermes," she told him. "My father is fucking Hermes."
Jamie turned his head to look at Lena. "What are the odds?" he asked dryly.