Meriwa blew out a quiet, slow breath, ignoring the way that her sweat was gathering and cooling rapidly in her hairline. The hair on the back of her neck was standing up on end, and her heart was fluttering as though readying itself for flight.
Or a fight.
How have I managed this? she asked herself, fighting the urge to groan.
She was trapped.
Crouching down behind one of the greenhouses’ larger raised beds, she berated herself for having gotten into another ridiculous, dangerous, situation. How did she keep managing this? As if she didn’t already know. It was that broken, wild part of her. The one who gave her impulses she shouldn’t have; the one she could never say no to.
Once again, she’d forged ahead without thinking anything through. Hadn’t she just spent the better part of th
