Ambrosia POV
“Is it too late to turn back?” I asked, standing out front. I could smell Phlox’s tracks going into The Drunk Tankard. After all these years, I still knew that smell.
Elijah raised his brow at me. “After the fit you threw the other day? Absolutely yes.”
I couldn’t bring myself to resent him for calling it a fit- it was that. I had ridden to Georgia on a greyhound bus. The bus had driven through the night, and I couldn’t bring myself to sleep on a place that had too many smells- some fresh, some faded. I was so tired that I didn’t complain when he picked me up from the bus stop and made me rest with him in the hotel until this very moment.
“Come on,” he said, urging me forward.
My legs were lead. “I can’t,” I shook my head. “I- I can’t do this. I’m not sure why I thought
