Honey Wilder Collection -

When Elena set the jar down, her own tears wet her cheeks. She didn’t remember crying.

The shopkeeper, a woman with lavender hair and eyes that had seen too many estate sales, didn’t speak. She simply slid a key across the counter. “The basement. Last door on the left. And Elena? Don’t touch the honeycomb.” honey wilder collection

“What happens if I buy one?”

Curiosity, like a sweet tooth, got the better of her. When Elena set the jar down, her own tears wet her cheeks

The shopkeeper was waiting at the top of the stairs. “Everyone who opens the Queen tastes one of her sorrows. That one was the day her husband left. But you—you only cried. Most people scream.” When Elena set the jar down