CHAPTER FIFTY-EIGHT
Through a Child’s EyesHana tried not to squeak in fright as a spider’s web splayed itself across her nose and mouth. Wiri reached up to brush it away and pressed a dirty finger over her lips. He took another step forward and Hana followed, tracking his movements through the narrow gap between the bushes. A double layer of conifers provided a thin pathway between their trunks, but the luscious foliage prevented anyone using the route with ease. Which explained why Hana Du Rose followed a small boy through the undergrowth on her hands and knees while he moved ahead in a mixture of crouching interspersed with bunny hops. “How do you know about this?” Hana hissed and Wiri stopped and turned around. He frowned and drew his lips back in a grimace.
“Everyone knows,” he whisp
