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“Donatella, step away from him,” Scarlett said. “His name is not Daniel.”
“You would jump for her, to your death?” He released Scarlett with a shove. “Then do it. Now.”
“You’re getting too close to the edge!” “It’s a little late for that.” Tella laughed, a brittle sound, as breakable as she looked.
Tella stepped off the edge of the balcony. “No!” Scarlett wailed, watching as her sister plummeted into the night. With no wings to fly her down, she fell to her death.
She’d lost both of them.
“The governor mistakenly believed Dante was the master of Caraval, and took his life instead.”
“You’re not really Legend, are you?”
A girl with a devil’s smile and a cherub’s curls. “Tella? Is that really you?”
trust me when I say, plummeting to the ground is not a good way to go.”
“He’s not really dead,” Tella promised.
in case you were wondering, Julian and I weren’t ever really involved. We never even kissed.”
And then there was Julian. Her heart leaped into her throat at the sight of him.
Then he saw her. Without another word, Julian set down his glass and strode toward her.
“Ouch—you’re wounding me, Scarlett.” He sounded more serious than mocking. Yet all she heard was the way he’d called her Scarlett—not Crimson.
“Legend is your brother?” she asked. A wry smile curved Julian’s lips. “I was hoping you’d figure it out.”
