Eden's POV
The nymph follows my line of sight as I stare at the rose, touching it gently. “Do you like it?”
“Yes,” I whisper in reply.
She smiles at me kindly as she pulls the rose out. I take it from her hands and examine its velvety soft petals with my fingertips.
It’s a long shot. A total and utter long shot, but I know that it’s something that I just have to try. My eyes return to the nymph, now staring at me with a worried expression.
Without delay, I pounce on top of her, wrestling her weak, unsuspecting body to the ground as she squeals in fear. I clamp my hand over her mouth while reaching around the floor with the other. Frantically, I grab the edge of the rusty metal bucket and smack it against her head with moderate force. Her struggling stops, and I look down at her still
