Chaptre 18

"You can't be serious." Mykhol couldn't contain his anger. He paced back and forth. His usual charming face was distorted into disgust. And his hair was in disarray from running through it multiple times.

Ana had never seen Mykhol so out of character.

If it were any other occasion, I might have laughed. Ana thought. But she wasn't up for it now.

Ana had decided to catch what was left of the morning. She wanted to do a little wandering in the rose garden. She never meant to be out long. As it was still cool, but the afternoon heat was approaching.

Maddie used to put flowers in my hair. Ana remembered looking at the roses. They had spent much time together there—such happy memories.

But the happiness Ana felt soon fleeted. Such things were from a long time ago. And Ana was young and naive. If she only knew what she knew now.

Ana brushed away the thought and went for a white rose. A small bumble bee crawled out to fly up. Ana watched it fall on another.

I didn't know Nicoli was scared