Rebel Witch (The Crimson Moth, #2)

by Kristen Ciccarelli

With her hands bound in front of her, Rune breathed in the scent of Nan’s roses. This is a good place to die. The Wintersea gardens were better than a platform surrounded by a bloodthirsty mob. Perhaps they would bury her here, among the roses.

“It might look like weakness on the surface. But in truth, it’s tougher than steel. Love can’t be controlled. Love can’t obey unjust laws. Love will always oppose tyrants.”