Beautiful Things (Second Sons #1)

by Emily Rath

“Lady Olivia, I believe a widow and her young children are selling flowers over by the smithy. Why don’t you do us all a favor and go spit on them? Best leave no one in doubt of your ugliness.”

Not for one second did I think of him for myself, because I imagined myself falling for you. But no man who calls me whore gets to call me his.”