Why did I agree to this?
And why didn’t I put on my coat or a thick jumper instead of this hoodie?
Motts pulled her mobile out of her pocket when it rang. She answered on the fourth ring. “Teo?”
“What are you doing?” He sounded angry, but his voice kept cutting out.
Motts walked up the steps a little way. “I can’t hear you. It’s really windy. What’s happened?”
Motts pulled her phone away from her ear when they were disconnected. She tried to call him back, but the signal wouldn’t go through. “Bugger.”
My favourite chapter from Poisoned Primrose is the one where everything finally comes to together. I included a spoiler free excerpt above. It was really hard to find a snippet that wouldn’t give anything away.
It’s where we discover *redacted* is the one to *redact.*
It’s the chapter where all the little knots I’ve tied into my plot suddenly begin to unravel.
*Redacted* appears out of nowhere. They’ve been slithering around in the shadows. And if I’ve done my job, they’ll be a surprise to all of you lovely readers.
And yet, that’s not why it’s my favourite chapters. Well, not entirely, anyway. I love it because of Motts. She’s wonderfully epic and courageous.
I adore her.
And this chapter solidified it for me.