Chapter 52

• Alaria:
• I didn’t even remember walking this far into the garden. My thoughts had been a storm all day, each one spinning faster than the next, and I needed space, space from him, space from all of it… because I knew damn well if I stayed long enough, I was going to either say or do something that I might end up regretting.
• The evening breeze was cool against my face, carrying the scent of pine and earth, calming the edge of my fury. My arms were crossed tightly over my chest, nails biting into my skin, grounding me in the whirlwind inside my head.