The Foxglove King (The Nightshade Crown #1)

by Hannah F. Whitten

She knew it like she knew the shape of the catacombs, like she knew her name and the crescent edges of the scar on her palm. No part of that world beneath the earth would remain closed to her.

“Divinity is never destroyed,” she murmured. “Only echoed.”

Sometimes, you can see love coming. And when it takes a different path, you should be thankful.

“You’re stuck with me. Whatever comes next.”