The Fated Series
Flowers in clay jars lined one side: wild lupine, pine boughs, crimson roses.
Evandra’s lips parted. “You did all this?”
“Of course,” he said, puffing his chest. “You think I’d leave something as important as this to others? No, no. I have opinions.”
She picked up a spray of lupine. “Then tell me.”
“Pine everywhere,” he said immediately, sweeping his hand dramatically. “The scent, the strength—it is Pine Wood’s soul. But with red roses, too. Like my beard. Bold, unforgettable.”