Wisteria (Belladonna #3)

by Adalyn Grace

She hated him. Hated how much she loved this fool of a husband, far too much to let him save her.

THERE WAS NO PRECEDENT FOR THE DEATH OF AN IMMORTAL.

If only. If only. If only.

“In the game of Chaos, we were the ones who lost. We may not have played exactly as she anticipated, but I imagine the outcome was… satisfactory. It’s likely she’s already become bored with us.”

These were her people. Her eternal family forevermore, and for the first time since Aris’s death, Blythe smiled.

Blythe had never minded the stories; she kept a collection of them for her records, filling ledgers and laughing over the myths with her father and cousin as she built a fairy tale of her own design.

Twenty-seven years had passed since the death of Aris Dryden, and still Blythe wore her wedding ring. The band of light beneath it, however, had not shone since the night of his death.

That was not to say that Blythe was alone. Signa had become the most steadfast companion, as had Sylas. Her cousin, too, had stopped aging around the very same time as Blythe, simply because she’d decided to.

Signa needed more breaks, her insides continuing to age despite how she looked on the surface. It became clear over the years that one day, Signa would die. Though given her powers, Blythe wasn’t worried.

“Hello, Sweetbrier.” He took her chin in his hand, and between her lips Aris whispered, “I’ve finally found you.”