CHAPTER TWENTY-THREE
I looked up at Ros’ soot-covered face. “What the hell was that?”
A dark cloud covered his already blackened brow as he pursed his lips. “I don’t know. I’ve come across a lot of vicious plants, but never ones that moved after they were dead.”
I winced. “Maybe they aren’t dead?”
Ros shook his head. “They were definitely dead, otherwise they wouldn’t have caught fire so easily on the torch.”
Something atop the pile of smoldering plant matter shifted, as did the beat of my heart. A gasp escaped me as a few small, unburned tendrils slithered across their dead brethren, but stopped at the edge where the burnt curtain of vines shaded them. The dead plants reached out for us, but upon slipping into the sunlight they exploded.
My mouth dropped open as the papery re
