Foxglove (Belladonna, #2)

by Adalyn Grace

I do not know when or how, he told her, the words little more than a whisper in her mind, but I will find my way back to you soon.

When everything went to hell, at least she could always count on scones.

“You are mine.” The words were not possession, but a promise. “For as long as you’ll have me, you are mine, Signa Farrow. I will burn this world to cinders before I let anyone take you from me.”

“My love for you is not confined to time, nor fate,” she continued. “It is a love that I will hold with me for an eternity, which is why I am not afraid. I swear to you that I will always be yours, even when I am not.”