~ ROSELLE ~
Footsteps after footsteps, each movement making my heart thrum faster. I might have pictured a lot of things going wrong, but hiding under a flower wasn't in my forte.
Slowly, the guards pass us without seeing us.
I don't know how. Mara's hand is clamped over my mouth, her body shielding mine beneath the flowering bush, the heavy footsteps moving so close I can feel their vibrations through the earth beneath us. My heart is beating so fast I'm certain they can hear it, certain the sound of my terror is loud enough to register as a distress signal.
Even as they walk away, their footsteps echoing in the distance, my brain keeps praying that for some reason they don't turn back and catch us. Time seems to drag on, and isn't it funny how, whenever you're desperate for somethin
