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“I’m changing my offer about taking you both from the isle. I’ll do it for free, if you decide you want to leave. My ship sets off from port tomorrow at dawn. Come find me if you change your mind.”
She should have been the one to drown that night.
“She’ll thank me for it later.” Julian bared a wolfish smile, the whites of his teeth shining in the moonlight. “You know, that’s exactly what your sister said to me earlier.”
“It’s better this way, sister. There’s more to life than staying safe.…”
And one son, Legend, was rumored to be the most handsome of all.”
with costs, and the more he performed, the more he would transform into whatever roles he played. If he acted the part of villain, he’d become one in truth.”
“I’m sorry! I didn’t mean to do that!” She clutched the edges of her bench, bracing for him to strike back. But the hit she expected never came. Julian’s cheek was a blaze of angry red, his jaw nothing but a series of tight lines, yet he didn’t touch her.
“You don’t need to be afraid of me. I’ve never hit a woman.”
Isla de los Sueños. The island of dreams.
Legend’s private island.
But before you hit me again, you should know your sister bought you time by making it seem as if both of you were kidnapped.”
The colors here were brighter, thicker, sharper; in comparison, every hue she’d seen before seemed thin and malnourished.
“Why is Tella already on the isle?” Scarlett asked. “Because this boat only holds two at a time.”
“You should be grateful I came back for you after I dropped her off.” “I never asked you to take me in the first place.” “But you did spend seven years writing to Legend?”
You’ve probably heard that he never ages. And I’ve heard he has a way of making people fall in love with him.”
“There was nothing romantic about my letters. I just wanted to experience the magic.”
When I was younger, I wanted to experience Caraval. Now I just want my sister and me to be safe.”
Or”—Julian paused and nodded toward the misty white isle—“if you’re as brave as your sister keeps telling me, you can let me keep rowing. You spend this week with her on this isle, and see if she’s right about some things being worth more than safety.”
Julian dipped his oar in the water, just enough to splash her again. “Stop doing that!” “I’ll stop when you tell me where you want to go.” He splashed her once more
She’d disappeared like a broken star, leaving the world untouched, save for the bits of missing light that no one would ever see again.
Governor Dragna had not been violent toward his family before Paloma had left him.
“Time’s almost up, Crimson.”
“If I go with you, do you promise there will be no more kidnapping attempts if I try to return to Trisda with Tella tomorrow?”
The water’s cold; it’ll be impossible to make it fully clothed.”
“I thought you could swim.” Julian wrenched Scarlett up until her head broke the surface of the water. “Breathe. Slowly,” he coaxed. “Don’t try to take in too much at once.”
“It’s my dress—” Scarlett broke off as she felt it dragging her down once more. Julian took a sharp breath. “You think you can stay afloat for a minute without my help?” He brandished a knife with his free hand, and before Scarlett could agree or protest, he darted under the water.
“Don’t give up on me now.” Julian grabbed Scarlett’s hand, tugging her toward the perfect tufts of white. “Come on, we need to keep moving.”
“Where’s my sister?”
“Where’s Tella?” Scarlett repeated. “I must have dropped her off on a different part of the beach.”
We have only until the end of the day to make it inside Caraval, which means we should follow the smoke, and then do the same.”
“Crimson, we need to keep moving.” Julian urged her down the curious street.
“Looks like someone is watching out for you.” The mocking lilt had returned to Julian’s voice.
It was difficult for Scarlett to believe she was special, yet she couldn’t imagine the master of Caraval bestowed personalized greetings and bloodred roses upon every visitor.
A thick scar disfigured the space between his shoulder blades. Two more crossed his lower back. As if someone had stabbed him multiple times.
She wouldn’t want anyone seeing her scars.

