Braelin. Jaffee. Veriken.

To most, Julien’s just the muscle.

The wall with too much strength and not enough sense.

But they don’t see the brilliantly sensitive boy who talks to plants before people, who remembers every kindness, and grieves like it’s a second skin.

Braelin blooded, shaped by brutality, he was never supposed to be soft.

So he hides it—behind quiet, and a smile that dares you to underestimate him.

He'd rather be in a greenhouse than a fight. But when the people he loves are threatened, he becomes exactly what they think he is.

Just don’t be surprised when the boy who breaks walls is also the one who grows what blooms behind them.