A Ruin of Roses (Deliciously Dark Fairytales, #1)

by K.F. Breene

Panic was driving this wagon, and it was doing it with drunk horses.

That’s what mothers do—they guide. They strengthen. They support, and they never stop loving their children. Never. I doubt a rosebush would begrudge her son his wild spirit.”

I guess he wanted me to kneel so he could stand taller. I was heartbroken at the time, so I didn’t punch him for that as I ought to have…”