Tessa / Jessica’s Pov;
I let out a deep sigh as I thought about the last thing Zane said to me before he left about an hour ago.
‘Come back to me.’
As if I’d willingly do anything else.
The haystack sat where we left it.No one would look twice at it, not unless they knew what was inside it. What we had layered into the bottom of the pile, strip by strip.
Flame burning grass.
I remembered Zane’s hands the day we built it, his fingers stained with dirt as he placed the dried strands in the soil, his brows furrowed in concentration and his jaw tight.
“Why here?” I had asked him then, wiping sweat from my neck.
“Because it’s close enough to the border to be seen,” he said, glancing at the huge land. “But not close enough to burn the forest.”
“And far enough from the houses,” I’d added
