❄❅❄❅❄❅❄❅❄❅❄❅❄❅❄❅❄❅❄❅❄❅❄❅❄❅❄❅❄❅❄❅❄❅❄❅❄❅❄❅❄❅❄❅❄❅❄❅❄❅❄❅❄❅❄❅❄❅ — The Eden Project, Fumes "I CAN'T SLEEP." I glance up and have to swallow a scream; a dark shape is standing over my nest, green eyes glowing. In my nightmares, the dark shape is always Greer, come back from the dead to haunt me. But in real life, it's Plover, looking small and scared as the shadows collect around her, pooling in the dark bruises below her eyes and the hollows of her ribs. She has the unhealthy look of someone who has lost a lot of sleep and a lot of weight in a short amount of time. "I promise." "Thank you, Everly."