The truth lies waiting beneath the dust. As Sonya uncovers the roots of Iris Everwood’s ritual—a binding woven from jasmine and belladonna—she realizes that love, once trapped, can only be freed through unmaking. In the Herb Room’s final awakening, devotion meets release, and the past exhales its last breath.

The letters of Alistair Rowan reveal the truth behind Iris Everwood’s unfinished ritual—a love spell turned prison. As Sonya searches for answers, the Herb Room stirs awake, its herbs shifting like lungs, its whispers learning her name. When Iris finally appears, Sonya must decide whether to release her… or finish what she began.

When the Historical Society hires Sonya Vale to restore the long-abandoned Everwood estate, she expects dust and decay—not the scent of jasmine drifting through sealed halls. As she uncovers the journal of Iris Everwood, a Victorian herbalist and alchemist, Sonya realizes the past isn’t sleeping—it’s stirring. And the Herb Room is waiting for her to return.