Her blood roiled with a terrible mix of fear, anger, and worry. Lily struggled to muster what Ash had always said she needed—patience and acceptance. She had to let her feelings wash over her like water on stone, releasing her own desires. It wasn’t working. What she felt was too strong, too desperate. She couldn’t possibly smother it. She was too much a mess—and so as a mess, she threw herself forward, lurching into the onmyōdō.
