I don’t blame him. For the last five minutes, I’ve been babbling about floral arrangements for the wedding I haven’t really prepared for, due to an insane work schedule, not to mention should be postponing. It isn’t fair to continue on, not when I’m so confused. Not when I cheated on him and haven’t had the guts to tell him the truth. But, better right now to talk about flowers than the mission I’ve yet to tell him about. Today is supposed to be a good day. I’ve already fought with Kellan over this. I don’t want to fight with Jonah, too. I poke at his ribs. “Earth to Jonah?” His eyes widen apologetically as they refocus on me. “Sorry. You were saying?” We’re at a flower shop in downtown Annar, where hundreds of buckets filled with flowers rest underneath striped awnings. It seems very Parisian to me, even though most of these blooms would never grace the Human plane. “I was asking if you preferred peonies or daisies.
