Six Scorched Roses (Crowns of Nyaxia, #1.5)

by Carissa Broadbent

One day, he ended his letter with a drawing of a nightbane flower, and a tiny note beside it: sweet with a bitter bite.

“It must be hard,” he murmured. “To bear the weight of so much affection in a life so short.”

“I knew that—that I would be making a mistake, in leaving you,” he said softly. “I knew it, even if I couldn’t name precisely why. So I came for you.”