*Eden*
As I study my reflection in the cheval glass the next evening, I can’t deny a measure of anticipation thrumming through me that very much matches what I felt the night I confronted Rockberry. A bit of danger, a bit of risk, a bit of uncertainty. Regardless of how I try to anticipate every scenario, it’s always possible something will arise that I haven’t foreseen.
“You should have some weapon,” Esma says, standing nearby, scrutinizing every aspect of the red gown the Luna has loaned me.
“Mr. Swindler said he’d provide me with one when I get into the carriage.” I study my sister’s furrowed brow, the taut line of her mouth. “Please don’t worry, Esma.”
“I should at least go, to be there in case I’m needed.”
Turning from the mirror, I hug Esma. “I’d be worried silly if you were any
