Foxglove (Belladonna, #2)

by Adalyn Grace

“What of me?” she demanded. “Does my happiness mean nothing?” “On the contrary, Miss Farrow, it means everything.”

“You’d best prepare yourself, princeling. I’ve no intention of letting you kiss me.” “Letting me?” Fate’s laugh was far too genuine. “You’re not to my taste, love.” “So it seems there is a God.” Blythe clapped her hands together and looked to the sky as if praying. “It only took looking at your art for me to understand how terrible your taste is.”