Chapter 34

Abby

Two days later

The garden looked almost too peaceful.

Autumn had settled over Moonhaven in warm gold and rust. Leaves drifted across the grass whenever the wind picked up, and Cassandra had spread blankets beneath the largest maple and dragged several tables outside.

If everyone had to stay close to the packhouse, she had apparently decided we could at least enjoy the weather.

It was probably the nicest version of protective custody anyone had ever invented.

“Abby.”

I looked up.

Chloe was staring at me.

“What?”

“You folded that one three times.”

I glanced down.

The napkin in my hands had become a tiny square.

“Oh.”

She took it from me.

“Where did you go?”

“Nowhere.”

She raised an eyebrow.

I smiled faintly.

“Sorry.”

“You’re allowed to think. Just maybe not while handling anything dangerous.”

“I’m folding napkins.”

“Exactly. Imagine the