C39 Book 3 The Mother

Out of the ash

I rise with my red hair

And I eat men like air.'

~Slyvia Plath, Lady Lazarus

I'm momentarily paralyzed by the wonder of her, but then, as Elijah attempts to pull me into a curtsy, I take Ana's hand and usher her back into the carriage which wobbles with her weight but doesn't tip over.

"Stay in here and stay hidden," I whisper