Kat squatted on the floor and her knee poked through a tear in her skirt. She dug her finger under the flap. From the broken twigs entangled in the frayed threads, she must have caught the linen on a branch after leaving the cave. She fluttered the end of the leather strap between her fingers ...
"What are you looking for?" Trista asked, sliding a stem of rosemary under the chicken skin. She patted the top of the breast and worked her thumb, moving the herb to the right side of the bone. "I found this," Faith pointed with her nose at the flower. "This morning, I noticed the bottle was a...