Aire waited exactly three minutes after Lysander disappeared from the scary thorny path they called a garden.
She had walked out of her cell with him, not because she intended to obey, but because she intended to leave.
He had taken the thorny veins off her wrists, and ankles, so she would give this a shot.
The moment his footsteps vanished completely, she dropped the gardening shears onto the black soil and looked around.
She saw no one around. No one was watching her, or even bothered to. The realization annoyed her as she realized no one thought of her being able to escape.
Morrigan had crossed realms, lied to her for months, stolen her powers, and dragged her into a nightmare.
The least they could do was commit properly and lock her up.
Aire glanced toward the path Lysander had taken.
Still, she saw nothing.
The garden stretched endlessly around her, with black roses, and silver vines. The flowers looked as though they had grown from moonlight and nightmares.
