“What you don’t realize is that I have loved you long before I ever laid eyes on you.” He turned her, his eyes heavy lidded as he raised her chin. “How’s that, my love?” “I have dreamed of these abundant, sprawling, vining roses, wild and beautiful, even their scent,” she whispered. “And when I came here, saw the Bloom—it can’t be possible, but I dreamed of this place long before you ever brought me here. You were my dream, Veron, and you came true.”
