He cut one of them, a green liquid oozing from the injury. The root drew itself back into the trees. The second root attacked, Myka held firm and avoided its reach, but a third root appeared. It shot straight for him. He didn’t see it. He couldn’t prevent it. The root wrapped around his throat.
we haven't taken a break 😂😂.. who would fall asleep without reading an update from this book? Stephanie is 💯 correct . you are an excellent author & we love your work . Thanks for sharing your gift with us🙏🥰