Wisteria (Belladonna #3)

by Adalyn Grace

Fate was her summer sun—too intense for most to bear, while she tipped toward him like a flower, craving his touch.

Passion made people forget themselves. It kept them from feeling the change of seasons upon their skin or curling their toes into the grass. Passion stole their health. It made both time and families slip away as people lost themselves to their pursuits.

“I am not the only one in this world who matters, my love.” Fate’s fingers curled against her waist. “You are to me.”

“She is my wife. You have taken from me everything that I’ve ever cherished, and I have never stood in your way. I have never asked you for anything. But I am asking you now, brother, to make an exception. You cannot take her from me.”

“Burn as brightly as the sun if you wish, Aris, but I will not look away.”

“Speak one more word to my wife,” Aris growled, “and I will tear your tongue from your throat.”

For years I have felt bitterness toward every soul who bows to their fear. And yet I now find myself ruled by my own. You have bewitched me, Sweetbrier, and for that I am terrified.”