Men have tried for centuries. They've imprisoned her, broken her, owned her. Every single one died screaming, roots tearing them apart from the inside. Rowan Hale doesn't believe in curses. He picks the lily anyway. Then he meets her: Lily Vale, soft-spoken florist with storm-coloured eyes and no idea she's the same soul they've all failed to possess. This time he swears he'll break the cycle the right way. But the garden is already growing new flowers. And something ancient is whispering that true love was never an option. ©2025 Lisalasx