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Scarlett could have easily been convinced he’d just escaped from a fresh painting. The tips of his dark hair were wet, his amber eyes were shining and his lips parted in a devastating smile.
This was the boy of Scarlett’s dreams.
All of her earlier feelings from before transformed into flames of fiery tangerine.
When she’d first met Julian, he’d looked like a scoundrel, but now he was pure gentleman.
Scarlett and Julian could never just be friends. She needed more from him, or she needed him to let her go.
Julian might have started dressing like a gentleman, but he was still behaving like a scoundrel.
His eyes were the prettiest shade of brown, and warmer than the light slipping through the carriage windows.
I gave you space, because I thought that’s what you needed. But I realized as soon as I saw you today that I was wrong. So I’m in this carriage with you now, ready to go wherever you’re going, even if it means watching you with another man.’
her heart would break for him eventually.
Everything smelled of pollen and flowers and budding romance.
Even the insects want to escape.’
He looked the way she would have imagined a vigilante who had a secret identity as a gentleman botanist.
He smiled, wide and sincere. ‘I’m tempted to say you’re even prettier than I imagined, but I would hate you to think me unoriginal.’ ‘Too late,’ Julian coughed.
‘Thank you for watching out for her during the game.’ ‘I’ll always watch out for her,’ Julian said. ‘What about when you’re not needed?’ Nicolas asked. Julian threw his shoulders back and stood taller. ‘I’ll let Scarlett make that choice.’
I’d prefer to know who else is trying to win your hand.’ ‘I wouldn’t put it like that,’ Julian said. ‘Winning implies this is a game.’
Scarlett pictured their emotions swirling in proud shades of teal and cobalt blue. Or maybe she was actually seeing their feelings?
Scarlett always saw her own emotions in colors, but she’d only seen the feelings of someone else once.
‘I’m not trying to win her hand. I’m offering her mine, and everything that comes with it, hoping she’ll take it and decide she wants to keep it.’
she always felt as if she were caving in for Julian.
Julian was the sun in the middle of the wettest part of the Cold Season, gloriously warm and wonderful when he was there, but completely unreliable.
It was the sort of thing Tella would have said. It was bold, and it made Scarlett feel bold as well. But feelings never lasted, and the results of this game would.
everyone likes a handsome young man with a good voice.’
Bitter-orange pinpricks of unease
terrified plumes of phantom-purple
‘It doesn’t even rhyme properly,’ Julian grumbled.
‘You’re terrible,’ she said. ‘But I’m terrible, too.
I want you to have it, because I think you’re magical too.’
Slipping between worlds had left her feeling like a damp sheet of paper that had been wrung out by rough hands.
She probably should have tracked him down in real life weeks ago, but she’d liked the dreams too much. He was so close to perfect in the dreams. And maybe that had been the point. In dreams, Legend was someone she wanted – someone she cared and worried about – but in real life, he was someone that no one should trust.
Fear was a poison that people mistook as protection.
She looked brutal and beautiful,
– a myth who’d ripped herself free from a story to give it a different ending.
‘My life hasn’t been safe since you left!’
this did not feel like an I’ll find you later kiss. This was an I’m planning on never seeing you again kiss.
This love story had just gone very wrong.
The cavern should have filled with silence, but Tella could hear the pieces of her heart as it shattered.
He was viperous and fatal.
The sun should have fled and turned the world dark the moment her mother had died.
ambitious scholars grew like weeds.
It couldn’t even be called crying. Crying gave the impression of participation, action.
Her emotions were bruised and bleeding. And for a moment she hoped that they’d bleed out. Then maybe it wouldn’t feel so impossibly painful, or so hard to breathe and think and feel anything but agony.
dealers who smiled like tigers and players eager as cubs.
Jacks’s deadly arms were the only things still holding her together.
‘You’re not fun when you’re this pathetic. I can’t torment you if you’re already miserable.’
his unearthly eyes were the silver-blue of young girls’ dreams;
he could cut with a kiss.
you haven’t hurt me yet.’ ‘Yet is the key word in that sentence.’ He ran a cool finger under her chin. ‘Stay long enough and I guarantee that will change.’
A hundred deaths in the span of one heartbeat. Too many heartbeats and she might die, too.
Blood, glittering with flecks of gold.
his unearthly eyes were gleaming with grave intent as he held his bleeding palm for her to take.
