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July 28 - August 1, 2025
Marisol snorted. “You can’t make me go anywhere. You’re just a ruined girl with a dead husband. The servants might call you Princess, but most of them still think you murdered your prince.” Evangeline flinched. Jacks ground his jaw. “You’re a nasty piece of work.” “I’m just telling the truth.” “So am I,” Jacks said.
She used to think love was like a house. Once it was built, a person got to live in it forever. But now she wondered if love was more like a war with new foes constantly appearing and battles creeping up. Winning at love was less about succeeding in a battle and more about continuing to fight, to choose the person you loved as the one you were willing to die for, over and over.
“Where were you?” she asked. “I was killing innocent maidens and kicking puppies.” “Jacks, that’s not funny.”
“I’m so sorry,” Evangeline said to LaLa. “Jacks must have left his manners in the carriage.
“Can you at least try to smile?” she asked. He flashed his teeth. “That looks predatory.” “I am predatory.

