Once Upon a Broken Heart (Once Upon a Broken Heart, #1)

by Stephanie Garber

The Fates weren’t dangerous because they were evil; the Fates were dangerous because they couldn’t tell the difference between evil and good.

She knew some people would think this made her foolish, but it was tremendously hard to fully fall out of love with someone when you had no one else to love instead.

Evangeline extracted herself from LaLa’s arm. “I think I’m going to go get some punch.” Maybe enough to drown in.

Pretend she’s someone you care for.” Jacks’s arms tensed around Evangeline.

He held on to her as if she were a grudge, his body rigid and tense, as if he really didn’t want her there, and yet his arms were tight around her waist as though he had no intention of ever letting her go.

She didn’t make being alone seem lonely as Evangeline had always feared. She made it seem like an adventure, as if every moment were the start of a story with endless possibilities.

“Stop flashing your fangs. I’m the only one who gets to bite her.”

“Then why do you keep telling me to run?” She lifted her eyes to meet Jacks’s stare. A split second later, Jacks had her pinned against the closest tree. Her back hit the wood, his fevered chest pressed to hers, and his hands went for her throat, burning fire hot against her skin.