CHAPTER SEVEN
Kane Du RoseBright sunshine warmed Hana’s red hair as she strode across the courtyard to the main hotel building. After another disastrous morning failing at raranga, she’d gone for a walk in Miriam’s rose garden to clear her head. She blamed Kane’s reappearance for the fact that twelve lengths of beautiful flax had turned to stringy rope beneath her fingers and Will’s patience had frayed to match. She’d argued with Logan until late over telling Wiri the truth about his father, just in case Kane meant business. They’d gone to sleep without reaching a resolution. The fearful look on Wiri’s face haunted her dreams.
The sun beat down on the roses and Hana kicked at the loose dirt beneath her feet. It looked damp and her action uncovered a trickle feed beneath the surface. Drop
