Chapter 78 - A Quiet Kind of Trust

The first rays of sunlight stretched lazily across the clearing, glinting off damp leaves and pooling in warm patches along the grass. The air was thick with the smell of dew and soil, but Taryn barely noticed. Her boots made faint imprints in the earth as she patrolled the edge of the clearing, eyes sharp on the treeline.

The quiet felt too fragile. It couldn't be trusted.

Across the clearing, the hum of Lucien's voice grated against her thoughts. The tune wavered, dragging painfully off-key as it looped with no particular structure. Taryn's eyes narrowed at him from a distance. He was crouched near a patch of earth, focused on whatever garden project he had started this time.

"Are you trying to kill the plants?" she called out, loud enough to cut through his noise.

Lucien didn't look up. "It's a proven fact that music helps plants grow."