Hedda took a deep breath, inhaling the aroma of wet grass and blooming flowers that saturated the night. While she hated the house Damien had found, she loved the garden behind it that stretched all the way to the forest that covered miles and miles of the land. Whoever lived here before had a great love for flowers and at least an eye for garden aesthetics since the flowerbeds and the carefully formed bushes were perfectly arranged in colors, types, and smells, forming a tiny labyrinth to get lost in.
Hedda reached out with her hand without even looking. A second later, a set of quiet steps caught up with her, and her fingers wrapped around the stem of a tall glass. She glanced at the young man standing close by, his hand holding the tray where the glass used to sit and his eyes staring
