PERSEFONE POV
I didn’t remember exactly when the greenhouse became my safe haven, but now… here I was.
Every time my world crumbled around me—which lately was happening way too f*****g much—this place was the only one able to quiet my head enough to breathe.
Maybe it was the smell.
The humidity hanging in the air.
The scent of earth, roses and exotic plants growing wildly around me.
Or maybe it was the silence.
Quiet in the way the rest of the pack never really was.
Sunlight filtered softly through the glass ceiling above me while condensation clung to the windows and the scent of wet earth wrapped around my lungs like something familiar enough to keep me standing.
I needed that.
Needed something that still made sense before my brain spiraled right back toward Thane’s rough voice
