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Erik stops me and pulls me toward a manicured bush near the walkway. “Do you know what these are?” he asks.
I shake my head. Despite being pruned, there are no leaves or needles—nothing to indicate what kind of plant it is.
“Rosebushes.” Erik reaches into the branches that tangle over one another like a series of veins.
“There are no roses,” I say, wishing there were. My desire is fervent and sudden like in the moment before being kissed.
“They’ve died. These bushes were in bloom when we came to the estate. What happened?”
I shake my head. I have no clue.
“He uses Tailors to bring them in and out of season,” Erik says. His fingers move over the branches so swiftly I can’t quite see what he’s doing. But even though I’ve always suspected there was something special about Erik, seeing him now I’m in awe. The branch in his hands trembles slightly as new leaves burst forth in a shower of green, and as I watch a bud develops from a tight knot into a cocoon bursting with life. The leaves unfold gently, revealing the treasure underneath.
Erik pulls it from the bush and holds it out to me. I manage a small smile. My father used to bring my mother flowers, but no man has ever given me one. I take the rose and press my nose into its soft bloom, inhaling the sweet scent. The rose is snow white, and its petals velvet against my fingers. My eyes peek up at Erik, who is smiling, with his hand still outstretched. There’s a spot of blood on the top of his hand. I drop the rose and grab it.
“You’ve hurt yourself,” I say.
“Every rose has its thorns, Adelice,” he says, pulling it back from me and stooping to retrieve the rose. “It was worth it.”
“Can you show me more?” I ask, gingerly holding the rose to avoid being pricked. “What else can you do?”
“Yes.” Dante’s voice breaks the moment. “What else can you do, Erik?”
Erik’s eyes dart to mine, but I shake my head. I haven’t told Dante anything of my suspicions.
“I’m sorry,” I murmur.
Dante steps forward and regards me with barely concealed fury. “Why apologize to him? He lied to you, Adelice.”
“He wouldn’t be the first person to have lied to me,” I remind Dante.
“You didn’t forgive me quite so quickly if I recall,” Dante says.
“I didn’t know you.”
“And you know him?” Dante asks. “What else haven’t you told her, Erik? What have you done for the Guild? Why were they tracking you?”
“Tracking me?” Erik says. He looks from Dante to me. I give him a tiny nod to confirm it’s true.
“Dante found a tracking chip in your arm.”
“That’s what you were playing at,” Erik says. His voice pitches up an octave. “Whatever you found, I didn’t know it was there. The Guild can’t track me here. I knew you had an endgame for practicing on me.”
“And I got the information I needed,” Dante confirms. “I suspected you could see the strands. I knew you weren’t some simple Guild assistant.”
“Congratulations,” Erik says. “But I’ve already told Adelice everything. I have nothing to hide from her.”
“You’ve told her everything you’ve done?” Dante asks. “And she’s still standing beside you?”
“You told me that not all Tailors are bad,” I remind him. “We’ve all done things we’d rather forget. Who Erik is today is what matters.”
“Believe what you want,” Dante says in a low voice, “but ask him if he would have told you if you hadn’t figured it out.”
Erik stiffens next to me as though he’s bracing for this question, but I already know the answer. Erik only told me because I confronted him. He would have kept his secret his whole life. But what Dante can’t understand is that I don’t fault Erik for that. There are ghosts I would rather bury than face. I can’t blame Erik for feeling the same way.
“You’re a hypocrite,” I say to Dante. “Tell me the secrets you’re hiding.”
Dante’s jaw twitches but he doesn’t open his mouth to answer my question.
