The Foxglove King (The Nightshade Crown #1)

by Hannah F. Whitten

“So,” the Sainted King said. “This is our deathwitch.”

“I won’t bite.” Then, the smile twisting higher, “unless you decide you want me to.”

You are the wildfire necessary for the forest to grow, the destruction that brings rebirth.

but she could see the bend of his grin, and it was near-feral.