Siavienne

When Lenore Rowanhart is forced to take her cousin’s place in a political marriage to the infamous Duke Barrowmere, she expects cold silences and a crumbling manor in the middle of a cursed land. She doesn't expect the strange pull she feels toward the land. Or the way the duke watches her as if she were a ghost.

I Became the Duke's Forgotten Bride

Alaric hasn't moved in hours. Lenore hasn't either, but she's unconscious. Her stillness isn't a choice. It's a consequence. A byproduct of a plot he hasn't started trying to figure out yet. All he knows is that it was senseless. Lenore is one of a dozen attendees poisoned. But so far, Alaric hasn't figured out a link between those affected. Not that he's tried.

He's busy watching his wife's chest rise and fall ever so slightly with every breath, holding onto this proof that she's still alive.

The physicians promised that they would analyze the poison and find an antidote as soon as possible.

Alaric doesn't know how many hours have passed since then. Too many.

The Longest Night