Anaisa looked over her shoulder one last time and smiled bravely at her husband.
Trace appeared as if he might throw up, or rush forward to grab her. She memorized his face, hoping to see it again soon but knowing in her heart that Barnabas might lose his mind with rage and kill her.
She didn't tell that to Trace.
All this would be over soon, and they could go home to the farm, or back to the city, or wherever they wanted to be, as long as they could be alone.
There were no opportunities for being alone here, amongst everyone else. Trace had even stayed out of her dreams, explaining that he felt too powerful so close to the tree and was afraid of what might happen to her mind if he exerted power too near to her.
She understood his reasoning, but missed him dearly. From afar, he had sent her good dreams during their nights in the cave, but had never come to visit her himself.
