Chapter 5 (b): Apples and Blood Wards (...Contd.)

Rinzen rolled his eyes and waited close to the tree he'd lost his breakfast at (after midnight snack? Early morning snack?), a good distance away, he then placed the glass of lemonade on his left side, and waited for his blonde idiot to come back.

*After he collects the apple he'd gone to retrieve!*

In the meantime, he'd meditate a bit to get over the abrupt sudden rearrangement of his schedule.

Closing his eyes he began the breathing techniques to ease into since he hadn't slept or gone jogging or anything within the parameters of his ordinary schedule, he felt decidedly off-balance. Inhaling once, exhaling and inhaling again, he let his mind drift.

*

Raven Säde, seventeen years old, and dreading to enter his boss's backyard, it was a momentous occasion—it would go down in history.

The teen who was too afraid to step into his own garden of meeting