The Roses of the Slaves — Meyari McFarland

The air stank of roses. Nothing good came from roses, especially these. Garnett kept one hand over his mouth to keep the pollen out. He would not give the Goddess Gyanyu a chance to capture him again. Not after escaping all those years ago. But there was no escape now, not with Xun leading them deeper into Gyanyu's territory and the High King's orders. Towards the slaves of the roses.