Wisteria (Belladonna #3)

by Adalyn Grace

“You are not the brother that I once knew,” she said. “You are not the one that I will mourn. You are selfish and cruel and entitled, and I’m glad that our father was a smart enough man to never give you what you wanted. I hope that the life you’ve stolen from me provides all that you deserve, Percy.”

It was a wonder that Death and Fate had ever gotten along. No matter the beauty of a soul or the brilliance of a life that Fate crafted, Death always took them in the end.

It would always and forever only be him, because Blythe understood now why Aris hadn’t been able to move on. He was part of her very soul, and there was not a person in this world who would ever be able to fill the absence that his loss had carved within her.

“Tell me I’m not dreaming,” she whispered as the man closed the space between them, drawing Blythe into arms that were somehow familiar. Arms in which she would spend every moment for the rest of her life content. “Tell me that it’s you.” His very touch was the balm she’d waited for. The salve that she could never be sure would come as he cupped her cheek in his palm. “Hello, Sweetbrier.” He took her chin in his hand, and between her lips Aris whispered, “I’ve finally found you.”