When Paeonia flees the life others planned for her, she stumbles into a forgotten manor hidden deep within the dying woods and into the path of a brooding fae lord whose presence makes the thorns tremble.
Rowan is cold, commanding, and far too powerful to be trapped in such a place.
Yet something binds him to the crumbling estate and the eerie, enchanted garden that blooms and withers with his every breath. He claims she’s free to decide. But the blood bond says otherwise.
The longer Paeonia stays, the more the flowers begin to stir at her touch—and the more she suspects there’s something inside the manor that doesn’t want her gone.
But beneath Rowan’s sharp gaze and bitter silence, something ancient and aching begins to unfurl.
And in a house where secrets grow like vines, the most dangerous thing Paeonia could do is let herself care. Because in this place, love may be the one thing the curse cannot bear.
