Don’t Pick That Flower

Condemned as a ruthless witch who mu*dered her parents and set fire to her domain, Irene cried out her innocence, but no one believed her. On the brink of being burned at the stake, she was rescued by the notoriously cruel Duke Esper. “Why did you… take me?” “I need you,” Kalos said, his voice unusually emotional. “So, don’t think of running away.” His purple eyes, proof of his demonic lineage, glittered menacingly. “Next time, it won’t end like this.”