CHAPTER FIFTY-SEVEN
The Basket CaseLogan held Hana’s hand as they wandered through the many stalls set up in the hotel gardens. The brown grass suffered under the heavy footfall, despite the sections of carpet the professional traders used to line their tents. The sun beat down in a relentless barrage of heat and sunburn and the requests for cool water kept the hotel staff busy at their stations. Logan lifted Hana’s hand and kissed her fingers, rubbing his thumb across the back of her wrist. He said nothing, communicating his approval through his actions. Hana still stung from her interaction with Gina, unsure where the courage came from. The woman she’d become in those few moments both terrified and delighted her. The English White Rose had nasty thorns.
Whaea Queenie winked at her from
