~Grace~
I feel something wild and wicked take hold. "Let's walk in the garden," I say softly.
"We can't. The candidates for the Culling would soon be called for their performance and you should be there. I too should be there. By the way, are you sure you are ready? I could feign tired and move the date."
"Let's walk in the garden," I say again, my eyes searching around the garden that isn't occupied by any living being.
"We can't, Bluebell. Have you even been listening to me?" The desperation in Sucre's voice tells me everything I need to know. He wants me. He desires me. He is mad for me. But he has duties.
It feels as though my heart has found its wings, spiraling upward in a melodic frenzy that peaks far beyond the reach of a standard scale.
"I'm going for a walk in the garden," I announce. "You may come if you wish."
