Stone by Day, Love by Night

layer to it now-a sense of urgency. The shadowy figure he had glimpsed in the vision, the one lurking in the corners of his family's history, seemed to gr

truly understood about the curse-and about the roses themselves. He had seen glimpses of her strength and wisdo

ncover, and yet, they were getting closer to the heart of the truth. Alistair couldn't shake the feeling that the roses w

ey had discovered. The evening air was crisp, and the garden was bathed in a soft, silver glow from the moon. Th

omething. You said that the roses would guide me, but what if they're not e

his question. "Alistair, the roses are not hiding anything from you. But there are things about this curse that are bey

u're saying we're not in control of this? That we

ink that there are forces beyond our control. But that doesn't mean we're powerless. You h

, even before all of this began. But now, with the curse weighing on him, that purpose felt more urgent. The

admitted, his voice soft, unsure. "What i

o break the curse, you'll need to trust not only in the magic of the garden but in yourself. There will be moments when you will question everythi

light in the darkness. But still, doubt lingered. Was he truly strong enough? Could he break free

this-this feels like more than I can handle. What if there's a part of me, deep

r felt the true weight of his situation-not just the curse, but the potential for failure.

not meant to stay this way, Alistair. But the choice is yours. The roses will help you, but you must ch

o long trapped in the stone, in the curse, that it had become a part of him. But

e steadying. "I won't let fear hold

uld. The roses believe in you, Alistair. I believe in y

they moved deeper into the maze of roses, Alistair couldn't shake the feeling that something was lurk

ey would hav