Page 1 of Bloom (Dating a Demigod #4)

Jersey

“What am I doing wrong?” I asked myself for probably the hundredth time over the past few weeks. And just like the first ninety-nine times, I had no answer.

I’d lived on this farm my whole life, just like many generations of my family who came before me.

For over thirty years, I worked alongside my father, who taught me how to care for the land.

As soon as I could walk, I was planting seeds, tilling the soil, and harvesting crops.

I knew this land. But I had no name for this.

While there had been some lean years when production wasn’t what we hoped for, I had never seen anything like what lay before me; huge sections of blackened earth, as if it had been charred by fire.

But I knew that was impossible; living on this farmland, I would have seen the flames and smelled the smoke. I would have had to take action to put the flames out. A fire causing this damage was out of the question, as was everything else I could think of.

All I had was a mystery, and ever-growing concern. If I didn’t figure out the cause soon, it would be too late. All of my crops would die, and I would lose my home, my livelihood, and my family’s legacy. I need help.