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August 21 - August 27, 2025
“Now, that was a pathetic speech.” Two slow claps followed the indolent voice, which sounded just a few feet away.
Gotta be Jackssss
At least Evangeline still had the ability to think. Although sometimes that ability hurt.
A cold hand clamped on her shoulder and wrenched her free of the prince’s grasp. “I think it’s time we go.”
Apollo went down on one knee.
The other night, I had a lovely conversation with your stepsister.” “Stay away from her,” Evangeline warned. “That’s funny. I was about to tell you the same thing.”
“You need to shut it now.” The shorter soldier lifted up one hand to strike— “Is that how a royal guard treats his next queen?” drawled Jacks, appearing at the half-open door.
“If you’re telling the truth—then use your magic on me.” Evangeline hiccupped. “Use it to stop my tears.” “I tried, and it didn’t work.” Jacks grimaced as another waterfall poured from her eyes. “Your tears aren’t normal. I think you’ve been poisoned.”
“You—tried to tell me that I was happy to see you.” Jacks didn’t answer, but the brutal way he looked down at her made her suspect that she should not have been able to hear his words.
The sled came to a halt, and Jacks scooped her up into his arms again. She couldn’t see where they went. Jacks kept her covered with his cloak and pressed her tight against his chest.
“You’re still alive,” he grumbled. His fingers found her eyelids then, and with feather-soft touches, he brushed away the melting ice.
“Does that mean I can let her go?” “Yes,” Evangeline managed at the same moment that the girl said, “No, not unless you want her to die. She’ll need close physical contact for at least a full day for the cure to take.”
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.
Evangeline woke up in a pair of unyielding arms. She tried to wiggle free, but Jacks held her tightly as her eyes opened and slowly adjusted to the warm light of day.
And then, as if he weren’t a monster as well, Jacks slid an arm underneath her cape and wrapped it around Evangeline’s waist, holding her possessively tight as he drawled, “Stop flashing your fangs. I’m the only one who gets to bite her.”
“Eva … is that you?” The voice had a more soothing timbre than the others, and the familiar sound of it lodged Evangeline’s heart into her throat. Luc.
“Sorry, Eva.” Luc leaped to the ground in a graceful arch, bared his fangs, and lunged for her. Jacks shoved her out of the way before she could move. Lightning fast, he darted in front of her like a shield. Luc didn’t have time to switch course, and his teeth clamped onto Jacks’s neck with a sickening tear.
Luc hadn’t just bitten Jacks to feed. “He infected you with venom.”
“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.”
“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?”
“Guards!” Marisol screamed. “She’s here! Evangeline Fox is in my room.”
“I didn’t kill your brother—” “I know,” Tiberius said. “I’ve known it the whole time.”
“She’s—she’s—she’s telling the truth—” The prince’s face turned red. “Evangeline didn’t kill my brother. I did.”
Little Fox. Where are you? It’s about time, she thought. I’m heading to you right now. Don’t—Jacks’s voice turned worried. I’ll come to you. Evangeline found herself smiling just a little.
“Prince Apollo is alive,” announced Havelock.
She might have mostly done it because she felt responsible for what had happened to them, but that didn’t mean that what she’d done wasn’t brave. Having faith was brave.
