Brambles And Bellflowers – Lyla Oweds (1)

“Miles…” He wore a tan fleece, camouflage pants, and combat boots—an awful combination that made me wonder if someone else laid out his clothes for him while we were home. The neck of his once-white turtleneck was covered with clumsy streaks of black and green face paint while faint traces of said colors were still patched in pieces along the bridge of his thick nose, broad forehead, and full cheeks.

There was pink, too, coloring his expression as his deep gaze roamed over my face. Miles. I pushed to my knees, straddling him, and couldn’t hold back from tracing my fingers over his cheekbones. It was almost something of a dream—this was the first time I’d witnessed Miles with anything more than scratchy stubble, and though his beard was still wiry, it had grown much fuller than the last time I’d seen him unshaven.

So, given time, he could grow a beard. The knot in my chest loosened as the rest of the tension I’d been carrying faded away. He was finally with me again, and even though he would probably hate the idea, he was the most beautiful thing I’d ever seen. I was finally anchored back to earth after flying free in the wind. “What are you doing here?” he asked. He touched my shoulders, and the warmth of his hands sank into my joints. He sat up, with me still in his lap, until our faces were close.

The shock of our meeting began to fade, and reality settled in. We’d finally found him! Or rather, I’d found him. Ultimately, Titus had been useless, leaving me to fend for myself. After all that posturing and the childish games. What in the world was the point of abandoning me? “Titus found me five minutes ago,” Miles said, brushing his fingertips over my forehead. “But he didn’t tell me you were here too.” All right, perhaps I hadn’t been the first to find Miles.

No matter.

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Cover Design by Crimson Phoenix Creations Edited by Becky Lynn Copyright© 2025 All rights reserved 1kitap1.com/en FOREWORD TRIGGER WARNING The Garden of Eternal Flowers is a re-write and re-branding of Lyla’s previous trademarked series, The Grimm Cases. This is a new adult romance story delving into a paranormal universe where the main character must deal with past hurts and push through her physical limitations in order to discover her place in the world.

There is triggering content regarding past physical and sexual abuse within these books, so this series may not be appropriate for younger readers. If you have any questions about specific triggers, as well as find out more about Lyla’s current works and upcoming releases, check her website, http://lylaoweds.com. 1kitap1.com/en 1 “HE’S BEEN GONE ALMOST A WEEK,” I mumbled, picking at a loose thread on my sleeve.

The words hung in the air of the nearly empty office, making the knot in my stomach tighten even more. God, I sound pathetic. It shouldn’t hurt this much, right? Miles and I barely knew each other, if you wanted to be logical. It’d only been a few weeks since I met my quintet. But still, saying it out loud made it feel… real. I’d never been good at sitting still. Even when my adoptive mom had me on lockdown—school and Finn’s being my only escape—I always found ways to keep busy.

Gardening, gaming, burying my nose in books… anything to stop my mind from spinning out of control. But now? Damen’s greenhouse was a total disaster zone, and I couldn’t even care enough to fix it. That was how I knew that something was seriously wrong. Why did Miles’s absence leave such a weird, achy feeling in my chest? “Do you think I hurt his feelings?”

I asked Dr. Kohler, frowning at the beige carpet. Who thought beige was a good color scheme for a hospital?

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