“I thought Chaos was another Fate?” Evangeline hazarded. “Chaos isn’t like the rest of us.” LaLa set her teacup down with so much force the porcelain cracked and tea spilled through. Jacks slid her a taunting look. “Still not over things, after all this time?” “I’ll never be over what he did.” “What did he do?” Evangeline asked. “Chaos is a murderer,” LaLa spat. “He’s also extremely useful,” Jacks said, kicking his boots up onto the low table. “Chaos is as old as the North, and unlike the rest of us, he was never trapped in a deck of cards. He’s been here all this time, collecting favors and
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