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he would be back.
deceitful, apple-eating scoundrel
Evangeline peered into the library’s dark, and a pair of
inhuman eyes stared back. Silver blue and brilliant and
broken-star bright. She imagined they shon...
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her.
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indolent yet confident and handsome as ever. He moved as
if the night should have been afraid of him.
“Children treat their toys better than you’ve treated me.”
Little Fox?
Little Fox.”
Happy endings can be caught, but they are difficult to hold on to. They are dreams that want to escape the night. They are treasure with wings. They are wild, feral, reckless things that need to be constantly chased, or they will certainly run away.
Little Fox.
Little Fox.
Little Fox.”
She closed her eyes, just for a moment. Just to rest for a second. “Evangeline—” It sounded like Jacks’s voice. But he’d said her name, not Little Fox. Jacks never said her name. Then he was murmuring something else. Two more words she’d never heard. “I’m sorry,” he said, just before it all truly went dark.
Just one look set her blood on fire, and she liked the way it burned.
Little Fox.
Little Fox,
Little Fox.
Little Fox!
“I will not let you die.”
Jacks’s chest was heaving, his clothes were soaked, his hair was a mess across his face—yet in that moment,
Evangeline knew he would carry her through more than just freezing waters. He would pull her through fire if he had to, haul her from the clutches of war, from falling cities and breaking worlds.
And for one brittle heartbeat, Evangeline understood why...
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died from his lips. If Jacks hadn’t betrayed her, if he hadn’t set her up for murder, she might have b...
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Even after jumping from a cliff and falling into an ocean, he still looked like a ruthless fairytale—a fallen prince who refused to break.
“You talk in your sleep,” he drawled. “You said my name—a lot.” Evangeline felt a rush of heat crawl up her neck. “Obviously, I was having a nightmare.” “It didn’t look that way to me, Little Fox, and I was here all night.”
“Don’t fret, I won’t tell your husband that you’re obsessed with me.” Jacks tossed his white apple and caught the fruit with the tip of his dagger.
“Hope you don’t mind that I took this back.” Jacks twisted the knife until the jewels caught the candlelight. “And don’t worry, I won’t tell Apollo that I caught you carrying around my knife, either. He and I are friends, after all, and I’d hate for him to get jealous.”
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Little Fox,
“Yes, I’ll help you open the arch,” she said. “But I’m not getting dressed while you’re in here.” “That’s too bad,” Jacks murmured. Then he was gone. And Evangeline was grateful he could not see her sudden blush.
He’d found another apple as she’d gotten dressed—it was unbitten and blue, and he tossed it in time with his merry song. “You’re staring.” “I was just wondering why you always carry apples.” Jacks chuckled under his breath.
“Trust me, Little Fox, you’re better off not knowing.”
“You started it with your stare,” he murmured.
Little Fox.”
Little Fox.”
Little Fox.
A smile tugged at the corner of Jacks’s mouth. “Jealous, Little Fox?”
Jacks rolled a black apple back and forth across the edge of the table with his palm. “Now, did you want something? Or just my attention?”
Perhaps she’d missed him a little while he was gone, but clearly, those thoughts had been mad.
Little Fox.”
“Little Fox!”
“Wait.” Evangeline held up the blank page of her book as if the drawing might reappear. “I saw your portrait in this volume.” Jacks’s blue eyes crinkled with laughter. “You’re seeing me in fairytales now. Should I be concerned you’re starting to form an obsession?”
Little Fox,
Little Fox.
Little Fox,
Little Fox.”
Her heart gave a silly jolt. She tried to stop it. But while Jacks was many terrible things, there was no denying that he was also painfully handsome. It was the golden hair. In certain lights, it looked like real gold, shining over eyes that glittered more than human eyes ever could. So maybe it was the eyes as well. And perhaps she could blame a little on his lips.
“So, this is what you do when I’m not around?” Evangeline felt the sudden urge to hide inside her wardrobe, but she tamped it down as she turned and met his gaze with a smile of her own. “You think about what I do when you’re not around?” “Careful, Little Fox.” He took a step forward. “You sound rather excited by the idea.”
