Belladonna (Belladonna, #1)

by Adalyn Grace

I find that nothing is as terrifying as a woman scorned.

“Perhaps it was more selfish of me than I realized, but I couldn’t stand by and watch how they treated you.”

“All those I touch,” Death whispered, “die.” His other hand pressed against her cheek suddenly, and he breathed out a wondrous sigh so heavy that Signa’s entire body warmed. “Except for you, Signa Farrow. When I touch you, I feel you. On you, my influence is temporary.”

She strongly preferred Death’s philosophy of simply wanting something and taking it.