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Tella had a spark that could either set the whole world ablaze, or give it much-needed light.
Occasionally, there are minutes that get extra seconds. Moments so precious the universe stretches to make additional room for them, and this was one of them. People don’t get pauses like these very often. Some people never receive them at all.
Caraval might have been over, but here Tella was, inside of a dream with Legend, floating over waters of stardust and midnight while fireworks continued to fall from the sky as if the heavens wanted to crown him.
Tella wanted to be the one in control.
‘I need your help, Esmeralda. The Fates have broken free from the Deck of Destiny that you imprisoned them in.’
‘I’m glad you missed me, too,’ she said. ‘I thought of you every day.’ His mouth trailed to her ear, but what should have been a whisper echoed throughout the entire chamber. ‘I pictured all the ways I would get my revenge against you.’
‘Gavriel, I made a mistake.’ ‘You forced me back inside that cursed Deck of Destiny once you learned I was a Fate. That’s a very intentional error, Paradise.’
‘Who is Gavriel?’
‘I’m only telling you this because I like him even less than I like you. Gavriel is the Fallen Star.’
Jacks’s forehead was damp with sweat and his chest moved unevenly as his ragged breathing matched hers. He wasn’t just removing her pain, he was taking it.
‘I promise it won’t hurt this time,’ he rasped against her mouth.
He was a liar and a Fate. But when she pressed her mouth to his, it felt better than anything else had that day.
Before, he could feel her emotions, but now she could feel his.
He felt desire. Desperation. Lust. Obsession. He wanted her.
Red tracks ran down his cheeks, ghosts of tears he’d cried for her.
Tella’s heart pounded, and her skin flushed hot, except for all of the places where she tangled with the Prince of Hearts’s icy arms and legs.
‘If you’d wanted to find me, why didn’t you just visit me in my dreams and ask me where I was?’ A quick clench of his jaw. ‘I tried to.’
‘I wasn’t keeping you out.’ ‘I know. But something else was.’
‘I think we need to worry less about Jacks – who actually helped me last night – and more about the Fallen Star. What is the Fallen Star’s weakness?’ ‘I don’t know,’ Legend said. ‘Yes, you do.’ Tella kept her eyes fixed on his.
‘Don’t lie to me, Legend. Esmeralda told you that the Fallen Star’s weakness is the same as yours.’
‘The Poisoner again. He turned an entire wedding party to stone near Idyllwild Castle. They’re fine now,’ Jovan added quickly. ‘But the person who saved them isn’t. The Poisoner left a note saying that the party would only become human again once someone willingly took their place. The bride’s sister sacrificed herself.’
‘And take the illusion off my dress. I don’t want to be your next Esmeralda.’
She’s responsible for their existence, and the Temple of the Stars wants to make her face trial for that.’ ‘What does that have to do with you?’ Tella asked. ‘You might remember that I made a deal with the temple.’
‘Is that why you won’t tell me your weakness?’ she asked. ‘Have you actually thought I wanted you dead? You think I’d use your weakness against you?’
Tella blew him a mocking kiss. ‘I won’t tell His Highness that you lost me if you don’t tell.’
‘Oh my, you’re her, aren’t you? You’re the one who made Jacks’s heart beat?’ The Fate’s clear eyes went toward Tella’s chest as if there were a piece of eerie treasure hidden inside. ‘You’re his weakness.’
Love and immortality cannot coexist. We only feel obsession, fixation, lust, possession. If an immortal feels true love for even a minute, they become human for that minute. If the feeling lasts too long, their mortality becomes permanent. And most immortals would kill the object of their affection rather than become human.
To kill the Fallen Star, they would need to make him fall in love.
Jacks’s eyes slowly lowered to her mouth. A chill caressed her lips like a kiss. ‘I already told you that’s not why I’m here.’ ‘So then why haven’t you left?’
No one knew how to make her dream or wonder or feel as much as Legend. But no one knew how to break her like Legend did, either. She still wasn’t entirely over the last heartbreak, and if he did it again, she feared she’d never get over it.
‘Be careful with her,’ a new voice commanded. ‘He wants his daughter undamaged.’
‘I want to keep you, Tella. I want to make you immortal.’
‘But I don’t want to feel differently. I want to feel love in its every form. I used to be so scared of it, but now I think love is another type of magic. It makes everything brighter, it makes people who have it stronger, it breaks rules that aren’t supposed to exist, it’s infinitely valuable. I can’t imagine my life without it. And if you felt any love in your heart, you would understand.’
She knew there was only one reason Legend’s magic would suddenly stop. He was dead.
This had to be a mistake. She already had one murderous, power-hungry father. She didn’t deserve another one.
‘I didn’t come here to be polite, my love.’ He dropped his knife to the floor with a clatter and stalked closer. ‘I’m here because you wanted me.’
‘Am I foolish?’ she asked. Julian stopped and looked down at her. ‘Depends on what you’re referring to. If you’re talking about the fact that you’re planning to make a blood sacrifice to visit one of the Fated places based on the words of another Fate, then no, because I’m here and I’m not a fool. But if you’re talking about anything involving my brother, you might be.’
‘Do you know who the father of this daughter is?’ The new voice was low and deep and the sound of it made Tella’s heart race twice as fast.
Legend was there.
And yet it hurt so very much to realize that he was only standing there now, looking like a dream come true, because he didn’t love her, and she so desperately loved him.
‘Can’t you just tell me if he’s the father?’ ‘Who else would be the father?’ Legend growled.

