War of the Wilted (Garden of Thorns Series Book 2) by Amber Mitchell

Author:Amber Mitchell [Mitchell, Amber]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Tags: Entangled, Teen, YA, Fantasy, young adult, romance, love, war, family, friendship, royalty, rebellion, action, adventure, trust, betrayal, revenge, epic fantasy, Teens Science Fiction & Fantasy, Teens Science Fantasy Coming of Age, Teens Romance Fantasy
Publisher: Entangled Publishing, LLC
Published: 2018-10-01T04:00:00+00:00

Chapter Eighteen

After setting Rayce up in the small cave, I pull the saddle off his horse to get him situated as best as possible for the night. As I place Rayce’s bag down and start to fish through it for anything we can eat, coolness seeps into the back of my hand.

Looking for the culprit sends my heart thumping in my chest. The pale blue liquid is unmistakable even in the weak light. Arlo’s poison. No, my poison.

I could pocket it right now and finish the task I started. A few more drops and the Gardener would finally be dead.

I lift up the vial, studying the milky liquid as if seeing it for the first time. Rayce’s mouth clenched in a tight line, the feel of him pulling his arm away from my grasp, the loneliness his broad back brought on every time I turned his way fills me, and I realize that the Gardener isn’t worth losing Rayce for. Rayce might be the only thing for which it’s worth letting the Gardener live.

Tucking the vial back where I found it, I head into the cave and pull the blanket I found in his pack over him so he can rest easier for the night.

Sleeping beside Rayce, feeling his warmth inches from me, his arm so close all I’d need to do is roll over to accidentally brush him is a new kind of torture I’m not equipped to endure. I spend most of the dark hours staring at his sleeping face, the moonlight seeping in through the cave’s mouth illuminating the white bandage poking out of his tattered robe.

There has to be a bridge between a fake apology and betraying him by sneaking around, but if there is, I can’t find it here in the darkness. Watching him sleep, the way his chest rises and falls with each breath he takes, the way the moonlight highlights the long scar crawling down his face that he wears with pride because it reminds him why he fights, it all tempts me into giving up on my revenge. But my sisters’ faces, Fern’s face, won’t allow that.

I sit up on my elbow, staring at the bridge of his nose, the gentle way his eyelashes meet his soft cheeks, his hard jawline and the splash of shadow creeping over it. It would be so easy to lean over and kiss him right now. Remind him why I could be enough. But what’s broken between us isn’t so easily fixed. I turn over, facing away from him, curling into myself to find a little more warmth.

I feel the blanket drape over top of me, his warmth still clinging to it, as if he’s trying to tell me without words that we’ll find a way back to each other. If only there was a way he could share with me his ability to lead. Then I would truly have nothing to fear.

Morning breaks too quickly, my eyelids drooping heavily from exhaustion. I don’t have time to be tired, though.

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