Chapter 29 Everly
Chapter twenty-nine
Everly
Mist clings to the earth, swirling beneath my feet as I make my way across the grass. I don’t remember leaving my room, nor how I got down to the garden. My hands instinctively reach out, brushing along the leaves of various plants as I pass, heading deeper into the gardens.
A flicker of movement catches my eye, and I freeze.
My heart beats a frantic rhythm against my ribs.
Slowly, I turn toward the movement, but nothing is there.
I let out a shaky breath, my bare feet sinking into the dew-covered ground as I approach an overgrown bramble bush.
Pushing my way past the bush, my night dress snags on the branches, the sound of the delicate fabric tearing.
Emerging from the other side, I see something up ahead.
I squint at the pale figure that seems to merge with the mist. Flowing white robes float around them, and flashes of silver hair reflect off the moonlight.