Rose’s POV
I try to swallow the lump that forms in my throat as Simone guides us through the woods to another tent with garlands of flowers draped around it.
I should have ran for it when I had the chance.
Simone’s tent is smaller, with a small bed, a table with two chairs, and flowers everywhere.
“I like flowers.”
Not knowing how to respond to this, I say nothing and sit across from her at the table, wondering what would happen if I tried to fight her with my clearly inferior magic.
Even if I did somehow escape from her, could I get past the others?
“Take that mask off, you don’t need it here. I know who you are and who you are is nothing to be ashamed of.”
Lowering my hood, I pull my mask off, clutching it in my hand on top of the table, my other hand on my knee under the table,
