PERSEFONE POV
My garden was not my garden anymore.
For one stupid, impossible second, my mind refused to accept that, because the glass was the same. The frost was the same. The stone path was the same. Even the winter roses were mine, the same impossible hybrids I had nursed with dirty hands and too many secrets, whispering to them on nights when my own life felt too heavy to carry.
They had been my proof.
My safe haven.
Evidence that beautiful things could grow where science insisted they should not, if someone loved them stubbornly enough.
And now they were choking my sister’s mate.
My roses.
My f*****g roses.
Penny was screaming out loud and inside me at the same time, her fear tearing through the sister bond until I could barely tell where her pain ended and mine began. The w
