Chapter 5: The Miracle in the Garden

I sat him down on a stone bench and put my fingers against his throat. His pulse was a moth in a jar. "Who are you, girl?" he mumbled. "Sienna. Of the Blackthorn bloodline." His whole face lit up like a struck match. "Blackthorn!" He grabbed my hands. "I'll make Kian marry you. You're a good girl. I can see it. I'll give you anything you want, just take me home." Anything I wanted. What I wanted was for whoever had been feeding this old man poison for two years to choke on it. I pulled...