Lucien's blood boiled and his teeth grinded. He clutched tightly on each thorn stem of the roses, ripping them out in anger.
He groaned, stabbing his hand harder between the branches, aiming for their roots. The heavy drops of rain slapped his back even harder, soaking him from head to toe.
Each time his skin touch the plant's thorns, he hissed, feeling his skin burned and each cut extended into an even larger sore. The pain was getting more and more excruciating with each passing second and touch.
The curse was still very active.
The sight and pain from the plant before him only frustrated him more, pushing him further to shed each petal to pieces. He wished he could set the plant ablaze.
Even the stupid plant was challenging him, he grumbled in his mind. His sharp nails kept trying
