‘All I’ve ever wanted is to do what’s best for Eana,’ she said, quietly. ‘You have much to learn about the Eana you claim as your own.’ ‘Perhaps you’re right,’ Rose conceded. The mist thickened, hiding the world beyond the trees. The vines stroked her cheeks and tangled in her hair, as though to pull her back. The wind wept. The seeds were drifting after her again, their flickering lights glowing in the fog. Rose squeezed her eyes shut. Her nerves were frayed and her thoughts were reeling. She needed to get out of this cursed place and gather a moment to herself. To think. To breathe.
