Chapter 22

Danica’s POV

It was hidden perfectly but could I keep my hands off a piece of peach crying for me to take?

Of course not.

Damn the consequences. Since Bianca and I are going to be executed for her crime, adding mine shouldn’t really matter.

I walked across the kitchen, bending to withdraw the big, ripe peach, my chest exploding with the familiar warmth and excitement I always feel whenever I found a peach tree during a herb hunt.

“Danica?”

“Dani???” Bianca called, suddenly realizing I wasn’t in sight.

“Don’t destroy the moment, Bee. I’m connecting with one of my favorite fruits,” I told her curtly, holding the peach between my two palms like it was an egg that could easily crack.

“I forgot for a moment how mini-berserk your mind goes when you find a peach fruit,” she sighed dramatically, focusing on what she was doing before my absence caught her attention. “What if the owner of that fruit is none other than Alpha Alexander?” Sh