If Genevieve would have said that she was nervous, it would have been an understatement. It would be the same as saying that she had a dislike for The Man. The young witch had never really been in a situation like this before. She had grown up around people that she had been familiar with for her whole life. There had never been this nervousness. There had never been this weird sensation and feeling of insecurity. But here she was standing in front of John's door with her heart racing and her thoughts going in circle. She could not grasp the man. He made decisions that were so unlike her own. He made decisions that were dangerous. There was this tiny voice in her that told her that she should walk away. She had everything she could ever wish for. Yet, she could not stand the thought to walk away.