Emberwood There's no such thing as time to kill, nor time to throw away

Reverie froze midway through reaching for another flower when Dusty Rose spoke again, glancing up just in time to see his expression. She only had a moment to wonder what had caused it. He was quick to enlighten her.

Of course she knew immediately that it was Tybault who had done it. Reverie would sooner believe that wolves could sprout wings and fly than in Everett's ability to threaten anyone. What she couldn't figure out was why.

A surprised frown shadowed her features. Oh, I... I'm sorry, Dusty Rose, The apology was earnest, a touch imploring. I'll - I'll talk to him when he gets back. What did he say to you?