It had been a surprise to find her so openly accepting of the dew dance, but of course, the land called those it needed. And who was SHE to question the wisdom of the Horned God?
Nate put a hand on her arm. “Are you sure you want to reveal so much? She can’t be ready.”
“Better to know as soon as possible.” Isabelle turned to him, and she felt the familiar, aching fatigue sink deeper into her bones, as if the years themselves were vines, tightening around her spine, heavy with the weight of too many seasons. “You know how long I’ve searched. Time is running out. You know this to be true.
