Rosemary's pov:
I rub my hands up and down my upper arms to fight the shivers from conquering my body. Eyes on Helena and Nathanael as she walks him through the plans she had in mind for the gardens.
A few of her words reach my ears, while the rest are eclipsed since most of my attention is on Avery.
He doesn't trail behind Nathanael like he usually does. Instead, he stands still, kind of like he did in front of the windows in the office and then in the kitchen, facing those damned trees again.
I approach him very slowly, my gaze snapping between his figure and the entrance of the preserve.
After making sure Helena is too busy chittering to pay me any attention, I finally address Avery, in a hushed tone, "Is there somebody out there?"
"I am not very sure,"
I hadn't taken a good look at him after we'd greeted each other this morning, but my breath hitches in my throat for a second the moment I stare at his face.
