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April 22 - April 27, 2024
But she could hardly worry about her hair when she was traipsing around in nothing but a shirt. It looked like the same one Jacks had worn the night of the costume party.
The ridges of his abdomen were marble smooth. He was perfect—except for the reddened row of bite marks trailing down his neck to his shoulder.
“I’ll cover them up. If you give me my shirt back.” Jacks’s eyes glittered as he let his gaze drift lower, past the meager buttons of the top she wore and down to her very naked legs.
“Don’t, please—” Her entire body tensed, and then another truth she didn’t mean to say slipped out. “I just want to understand you, Jacks.”
She looked up at his unreadable eyes as he lowered her into the bed. “Do you still think of me as just a tool?” Jacks frowned. “I try not to think of you at all.”
“I can see why Jacks likes you. You’re a bit like her, you know?” “Like who?” Evangeline asked.
“If it’s easier, you can pretend, too,” he whispered. “You can pretend that I’m still Jacks of the Hollow and that you want to be mine.” His mouth pressed against her throat once more and slowly traced a blissful line up her neck, to her ear. Then his teeth nipped her earlobe.
too dangerous a person to truly fall for. But she could no longer deny that it was happening. She couldn’t deny that she wanted him. Just enough to keep her from pulling away every time he touched her. Enough to keep his name near the tip of her tongue even when he wasn’t in the room.
but her pull toward him had been increasing ever since the night they’d jumped off that cliff together.
Everything between them felt as fragile as a raindrop that would cease to exist when it touched the ground. But the Hollow also felt like the sort of place where raindrops never touched the ground.
“Have you decided to stay?” “I thought you already heard what I was thinking,” she whispered. “I want you to say it out loud.”
She could have easily traced her fingers up and down his spine or his back or the ridges of his stomach. But she let them drift toward his pants. She bit her lip as her fingers slid lower and— Jacks made a soft sound.
She wanted to go back to him—to wrap herself up in him. The pull was stronger than ever.
Ever since coming here, Jacks no longer felt like her enemy, he felt like her home.
“This isn’t real, Jacks. You and I, we’re under the influence of the mirth stone.” “You think you would only feel this way about me because of a rock?” Jacks’s mouth clamped shut. For a second, he looked angry, but when she looked in his eyes, all she could see was hurt.
EVIE PLEASE STOP
reread: someone plunge a dagger into my chest because it would feel better than this
“Wait—” Jacks grabbed her hand and spun her away from the clock. His face was pale, and his eyes were glassy with red.
That was the energy pouring off him now, as if he wanted to destroy her and make her his queen all at once.
“It’s a little late to worry about that,” he said sharply. His tone was no colder than it had been a hundred times before, and yet she felt the sting of it as he turned from the door.
Evangeline seethed. She still suspected maybe Jacks was trying to annoy her to hide any feelings he still had, and if that was the case, then he was succeeding.
A second later, she felt feather-soft fingers brushing her hair away from her cheek.
His face had all the agony of a fallen star, broken and beautiful, with eyes so blue, the color of everything else looked dull.