THE NATURAL ORDERS’ ENSEMBLE | MAYFLOWER
Juniper was a breath away from the door when she said, “I hid.” He looked back over his shoulder to find she had put her pen down and was instead gazing into space. “For a long time I hid. Even when the Heavens Act was made to protect us. Even when the war began.”
“And?” He wanted to stay. Wanted to hear what she had to say.
While she was contemplating her words he took in her appearance. She was beautiful. Beautiful and proud and fiery. Her skin lived to contrast the deep tones of her hair and eyes. And she was proud. Each cell of her being screamed it at Juniper until he’d never forget it. But there was something hidden within that pride. Something small and quiet.
“And they took me.”
His heart fell.
“Revolutionists,” Juniper breathed. There were no right words. The Revolutionists were cruel when it came to killing, but he had heard torture was like dying a thousand times. He’d never met a god who escaped them.
Not until now.
“We pick our battles, Juniper. We pick the easy ones or the hard ones, the quiet or the loud ones. But we must also be willing to accept the price.” Mayflower looked down at her hands like she could see blood and ash written in the lines. “And I paid mine.”
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