Chapter 5

I went out to the garden. Along the south wall grew the only things in Silvercrest that were mine: mountain lupine and silver sage, seeds I'd carried east in a coffee tin. They looked absurd there—wild, dusty, wrong—beside Rowena's clipped hedges. They smelled like home. Some mornings that scent was the only thing keeping me upright. Kieran found me pruning. Selene came with him, wound around his arm like a vine. My calm was eating him alive. I could see it in the set of his shoulders,...