When Lenore Rowanhart is forced to take her cousin’s place in a political marriage to the infamous Duke Barrowmere, she expects cold silences and a crumbling manor in the middle of a cursed land. She doesn't expect the strange pull she feels toward the land. Or the way the duke watches her as if she were a ghost.

Lenore has her hands in the garden's soil again. It's not warm. Not exactly. The soil is damp and maintains a slight chill as the weather starts warming up for summer but hasn't fully erased the lingering grip of winter. She's not planting more seeds right now or even doing anything that actually requires her to have her hands in the soil.


Chapter 98 - Breathe