AIKO
I stabbed my trowel into the soil with more force than necessary, sending a spray of dirt over my already filthy apron. The moonbeans I was supposed to be transplanting trembled in their pot, their silver-white leaves curling inward defensively.
"Sorry," I muttered to the plants. "Not your fault I had the nightmare from hell."
It had been three days since I'd woken up screaming with my real name on my lips, and the images from that dream still haunted me—the woman with my face but ancient eyes, the warning cut short, and most of all, that tsunami of blood sweeping her away. The memory made my hands shake, sending another shower of dirt over the cowering moonbeams.
"You're torturing those poor things," Petal announced, zipping down to hover by my shoulder. Her rose-petal wings left
