Foxglove (Belladonna, #2)

by Adalyn Grace

She didn’t care to be a sunflower, unfurling her petals in the daylight for all to see. She would rather be an adorable little mushroom, thriving in the dark crevices where few ventured to look.

Your shoulders were not meant to bear the weight of their expectations, Signa. You were not made to please others.

“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.”