076 | Big feelings and... seeds?

Hyacinth’s POV

I stared down at Rhiannon and tried to hold back a fresh wave of sobs. I should’ve cried my eyes dry by this point, surely, but there always seemed to be more to fall.

‘Don’t feel bad about it, girly!’ said Dolly. ‘These are sad times indeed. Your poor sister. And poor you! It’s always okay to cry, Cinnie, even when you feel like you’ve cried a river and a lake and an ocean’s worth of tears already.’

‘But it’s her who should be crying, not me,’ I whimpered. The tears started to fall. I couldn’t help it.

Rhiannon was too still. She looked smaller, too, her duvet tucked up almost to her chin. There was just a gap for Foxy Spangle’s cute little nose to poke out. He’d barely left her side since she’d been poisoned.

It had been almost a month since everything had happened with Marcella. That meant it had been almost a month since I’d last spoken to my sister. And that meant it had almost been a month since I’d realised the obvious: that Stephen, my sister’s chosen mate, was