Year of the Roses

Floral Season

The Orchard

Altsas

Isla

WORDS IN MY THROAT are trapped in a bubble. I struggle to form something coherent but all I come up with are stutters. Ross steps back, fright marring her features. "I was just—"

"Rosa isn't going to be my maid after we marrying because I'm going to be staying in your room, right?" The words come out in a jumble, I don't think it through.

Kyan's eyes darts at Rosa's face and then mine. "I ...