Aire stepped out into the garden slowly.
The evening air brushed against her skin gently, cool enough to calm the lingering heat beneath her body after everything that had happened with Xander.
The palace grounds were quieter today.
The wolves still watched her differently now, and the servants lowered their eyes too quickly around her as guards tracked her movements without pretending otherwise.
However, none of them stopped her from walking.
Aire moved deeper into the garden paths. Her loose dress brushing softly against the stone beneath her feet.
The flowers stretched across the garden in soft colors if white lilies, moon roses, and small blue blossoms growing beneath the hedges.
Aire crouched beside one.
Her fingers hovered above the petals.
The memory of the dungeon still lingered inside her body, and the visions she had seen from the bracelet before she was taken in.
Aire swallowed quietly before finally touching the flower.
