“Vinya aren’t your garden roses. They are the mountain roses that bloom along the slopes of Kaldebrak. They defy the mountain, clinging to the rocks.” His hands slid up her body to cradle her breasts, his fingertips sinking into the plush flesh. “They are hearty, determined. They weather every storm, only to bloom brighter after the rain. That is why you are vinya—you are all this and so much more.”
