Safety But Not Security

“Ishelle,” Cyclamens says, but his eyes narrow and his red face that looks just about to explode are a giveaway to anyone, “Blue Rose wants to see you. It’s urgent.” I walk through the crowd, and when I am near Cyclamens, he grabs my arm and pulls me along.

“Cyclamens,” I say seriously as I stop in my path, “let me go.” “Were they going to hurt you?” He asks me as he lets me go and looks into my eyes, but I don’t look at him. “They blame me for everything,” I say as I frown, but we both continue walking once that is cleared up, “How’s Lily?” “Not good,” Cyclamens says with a sigh, but he looks straight ahead, “She was rejecting the baby, but now she has miscarried or lost the baby. I don’t know what Blue Rose will do or how Olivia will react.” I tense, “I’m sure it won’t be good.”

Once we are past the second door, Blue Rose is waiting for us, but she just rolls her eyes and walks away from us.