Disappearing forever… Taking him with her…
The thought squeezed her heart, a sharp ache that stole her breath. Why? She still hadn't figured it out.
"These blossoms are poisonous," she said, her voice steady. "Don't eat them. I don't mind it if you use them on others, but do not eat them yourself."
"Poisonous?" He raised his brows, his eyes widening with panic. "You ate them!" He reached for her mouth, as if he could bring it out of her with his bare hands.
She smiled, a small curve of her lips, touched by his worry. They'd known each other for less than an hour, yet he cared. Cared so much for her. Cerainly more than her father.
Straddling him again, she framed his face with her hands, her thumbs tracing the sharp lines of his cheekbones. "For some reason, these flowers won't kill me. I wanted to die, and…"
