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The dim mouth of the church was slightly sweet and metallic: apples and blood.
JACKSSSSS;)))))))
“It’s not a real kiss if there isn’t any tongue.”
Instead they opened doors into new futures.
How did you get the door to let you in?” “I asked it politely.” Jacks rubbed the corner of his jaw. “That’s all? You didn’t find a key?” “I didn’t even see a keyhole,” she answered honestly. Something like victory glimmered in Jacks’s eyes, then he captured her wrist and brought it up to his cold mouth.
Heroes don’t get happy endings. They give them to other people. Is that what you really want?”
“We recently made a grand return, but that’s not what this story is about.” Poison’s face drew eerily still, warning her this was not a subject he wanted to discuss.
you’ll gravitate toward him until you fulfill the deal you’ve made with him.
The Ballad of the Archer and the Fox, a romantic tale about a crafty peasant girl who could transform into a fox and the young archer who loved her, but was cursed with the need to hunt her down and kill her.
She might have also had a tiny crush on the archer.
“I believe there are far more possibilities than happily ever after or tragedy. Every story has the potential for infinite endings.”
ms. gardner,,,,, WE NEED A HAPPILY EVER AFTER NOT A TRAGEDY
What if this wasn’t Evangeline’s chance at a happy ending but fate manipulating her path?
Jacks’s arms tightened around her waist, keeping her captive on his lap.
A muscle jumped in his jaw. The color deepened in his eyes. For a fraction of a second, he looked murderous.
“I’m curious about a lot of things. I’m curious about you, but I don’t want you to bite me!” The corner of Jacks’s mouth twitched. “I’ve already done that, Little Fox.”
“Stop flashing your fangs. I’m the only one who gets to bite her.”
Evangeline found herself squeezing Jacks’s hand harder, feeling thankful he’d not let her go. Chaos tilted his head, eyes landing on their intertwined hands. “Interesting.”
“For most people, I’m the worst thing that can happen to them. But not you.
Jacks’s nostrils flared again. “You smell like fear and—” Something unreadable flickered across his face. But whatever he was going to say next became cut off by another sound from below—like thunder racing up the stairs.
SPILL JACKS!!
This was why parts of Jacks’s story had twisted so painfully inside her. It wasn’t because she wanted Jacks. She didn’t want Jacks. She just wanted someone to want her the way Jacks had wanted this girl. And she didn’t want it to be because of a spell or a curse. Evangeline wanted a real love powerful enough to break a spell, which was exactly what Jacks wanted, too.
“You won’t want this later…” “Not really thinking about later.” He licked her, one languorous stroke up the column of her neck. She gasped, “You don’t even like me.” “I like you right now. I like you a lot.” He gently sucked her skin. “In fact, I can’t think of anything I like more.”
“Luck had nothing to do with it,” Jacks mumbled. “I wanted you here, Little Fox. Who do you think asked Poison to save you and suggest to his empress that she send you to Nocte Neverending?”
the last book she’d have expected to find here: The Ballad of the Archer and the Fox.
