Danielle sat on the garden bench, staring at the explosion of color around her. The roses were absurdly gorgeous. Deep purples that looked almost black, spiraling blooms the color of faded peaches, golds so rich they gleamed. They were just a distraction. A beautiful, oversaturated distraction.
Her head had finally stopped pounding, thanks to the aspirin. A small mercy. She knew she’d need her focus for the meeting with Rose later. The Seer. The one person who might be able to explain why she could see the Veilborn when nobody else could. Why it had appeared the instant she started thinking about it. The meeting was set for later that afternoon. What if Rose didn’t have answers? What if she had the wrong answers?
She exhaled through her nose, trying not to pick at the thought. Seth was a
