Foxglove (Belladonna, #2)

by Adalyn Grace

Oh, Little Bird, how I’ve missed you.

You are still Signa Farrow, and I am not a good enough man to allow my brother to take you from me.”

“My foolish girl,” he whispered, drawing her into powerful arms that wound tight around her. “What were you thinking?”

I love you, Little Bird.

“Have I ever told you that my favorite color is the very shade of red you turn when you’re flustered?”