Astaroth frowned. I followed his gaze to the garden where the vines wiggled around as they waited for us. “They like me.”
“That’s what concerns me,” he said under his breath.
I took one last look at the tree, sending it a silent “thank you” and promising I’d come back soon to lie in the tall grass and piece it together. When we reached the garden, I stopped and faced Astaroth.
“I have one condition.”
He looked down at me already knowing what I would say. “Name it.”
“I want to see my brother.”
Astaroth inclined his head. “After the ceremony.”
