Rowan
After breakfast, the warm and safe smell of the kitchen suddenly became suffocating. The few minutes of playful tension with Caroline evaporated, replaced by the ice cold reality of duty. I looked at her. Her face was still flushed from laughter and heat, her eyes shining like jewels. She had no idea what was coming. She thought the hardest part was over.
"Myra," I said to the healer. My voice was stripped of all softness now. "Bring her durable clothes. Layered. Something she can move in, in the snow. I will be outside."
Caroline raised an eyebrow in question, but she did not argue. She felt the change in my mood. I stepped out onto the back terrace and drew the freezing air deep into my lungs. Snow was still falling, thick and merciless.
I had barely taken a few steps toward
