Daciana

I stand among the herb beds, running my fingers over the glossy leaves of one of the plants. It’s thriving, like everything else in Astra’s garden. The scents of rosemary and thyme fill the air, mixing with the warm afternoon sun. I shake my head, straightening up to look over to where Astra sits at the wooden table laden with food.

“I don’t know how you can be this dedicated to plants,” I say, brushing dirt from my hands. “I can’t even keep one alive.”

Astra laughs, but there’s something off about it. Something tight. I watch as Selene’s hand hovers over her, that familiar silver glow of healing...