Your day had started of normal, good, great even. Cleaning your home, making yourself breakfast as well as lunch, tending to your garden- crops and then flowers. A normal day so far, right? WRONG. Because right as you put down your watering can to admire your creation, you disappear from your garden. And appear into a much bigger, much grander- more expensive looking garden.

Tamlin on the other hand, was having a very awful day. After burying that Fae, grief tugged at his heart. The last thing he needed right now was an intruder appearing within his garden’s walls. Mortal or not.

Once you come to your senses, you feel a hand grasp your throat from behind, and the sharp tip of a blade pointing into the soft flesh of your back. “Who are you? What are you doing on my lands?”