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April 22 - April 27, 2024
She felt the searing burn of truth—she was wearing the truth stone—and she felt it telling her to get out, to leave, to flee, to run for her life.
Petra’s real hair was a pile of pink, made of strands of rose with hints of gold. “Your hair! It’s just—” Evangeline was going to say it was just like hers, but Petra didn’t give her the chance.
“I know you’re also a key. And if I don’t kill you, you’ll kill me for my stone.”
“Little Fox!” Jacks’s urgent voice was accompanied by the sound of running. Evangeline shook harder. She didn’t want him to find her right now, especially not like this.
Yet she’d never been so relieved to see him. “Jacks—” His name came out like a sob.
She knew he wasn’t a savior, but she didn’t want a savior just then. She didn’t want someone to hold her while she cried ...
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wanted fury, she wanted rage, she wanted a villain to tell her she’d done exactl...
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“I killed her—” Evangeline cried. Saying the words made it even realer, and the guilt was suddenly too much. Her chest was tight. She couldn’t breathe. She could barely even stand. Then Jacks was crushing her to his chest.
it hardly seemed wrong to want Jacks to hold her closer, until the hallway and the body and this terrible night disappeared and all that was left was the two of them.
“There are heroes, and there are villains. She made her choice between the two, and she got the ending that came with it.” Jacks said the words through gritted teeth, and Evangeline had the sudden fear that he wasn’t just talking about Petra but himself.
“The youth stone.” Evangeline pulled off Petra’s other glove, and gooseflesh covered her arm. A shining golden cuff was hooked around her wrist, and in its center was a glowing stone the perfect blue of Jacks’s unearthly eyes.
“Evangeline.” Jacks’s voice was soft but urgent. “We can’t linger here. You need to go pack. I’ll take care of the stone.”
Before Evangeline could finish, pain lashed down her back in horrible streaks. “Argh!” It hurt so much she couldn’t breathe. She doubled over, barely able to remain on her feet as she felt the skin on her back split open.
But then she remembered Apollo and the mirror curse. Someone must have been torturing him,
“Oh, gods, Eva—your back.” Luc’s voice was thick with hunger, and the arm around her waist felt almost painfully hot. “Get away from her!” Jacks roared from the doorway.
“She’s possessed by her dead husband?” Luc dropped her on the ground. Jacks growled. Evangeline crumpled into a ball, her back hurting so much the fall didn’t really matter.
Jacks picked her up in one quick swoop and carried her inside the inn.
magic worked here must have severed their link, or she was just too weak.
head grew even lighter at the feel of Jacks’s hands gently peeling her dress away from her back. The process was excruciatingly slow. Several times, Jacks quietly hissed through his teeth, and she imagined what a mess her back must have been.
one by one, ripped off the sleeves of her dress so that what remained of the gown completely fell away. She made a sound somewhere between a squeal and a gasp. “Was that really necessary?”
She briefly closed her eyes, but all that did was make her more aware of Jacks’s breath against her neck as he hovered over her back
He was gentle with the bandage, but a little careless with his hands—every time he wrapped the fabric around, she felt his cool fingertips brushing her stomach or ribs and occasionally her breasts.
Every touch brought a rush of electricity to her skin, and she found herself wanting to lean in. It was absurd—she was injured, and he was merely tending to her wounds. But it didn’t feel like that; it felt like more. Or maybe she just wanted it to be more—maybe she wanted him.
she wished for a second their story could have a different ending.
When she opened them again, she focused on the twisting branches that helped form the walls of the cozy loft. It was then that she noticed the vertical line of notches on the wood. The sort that children made to measure their height.