She ran.
One corner, then another. He was going to be… The word annoyed wasn’t nearly descriptive enough. The thought increased Kari’s speed. Her glow-sticks shone too brightly, beacons in the eerie fog. She whipped around a fountain, circling toward the right. How had she let Master Z goad her into this?
She shook her head, knowing the answer. Stupid Kari. How many times was she going to let him hurt her?
At the right corner of the Gardens in a wide clearing, the grass hadn’t yet been cut. The cool strands brushed over the top of her feet. She slowed and dropped to her knees. If she sat on her ankles, only a faint gleam from her ankle bracelet escaped through the higher strands. She tucked her glowing wrist between her legs and scowled when the light lit her pale skin faintly pink. But
