Chapter 171
Emmaline
"I can't believe they are still acting like this."
Lina's voice comes through the phone screen. I watch as she pours some liquid from one test tube to another and proceeds to grind some leaves with a mortar and pestle.
Her movements are efficient, practiced;the hands of someone who has done this a thousand times.
I stretch on the bed and turn, taking the phone with me to keep watching her work.
"Well, this is something I cannot interfere in." I say.
By that, I mean it's something I don't want to interfere in. Like why would I? I like my life. I like my husband exactly as he is—selfish, devoted, willing to let the world burn if it means keeping me safe.
If I wanted a hero, I would have joined Evan's harem.
Lina sighs. The plant spirit wrapped around her neck snuggles closer, petals brushing her jaw as if comforting her.
"I know," she says.
"Well, that aside." I prop myself up on my elbow.
