A Curse for True Love (Once Upon a Broken Heart, #3)

by Stephanie Garber

Then it hit her, not a feeling but a thought—a sharp, fragmented one. She had something important to tell someone.

And once again, she was struck with the inescapable feeling that among everything she’d forgotten was one thing more important than all the rest, more important than anything.

Jacks will alwaya be in your mind

Apollo. Her stomach dipped.

Yesssss hate his guts

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 . . . The thought made something unclench inside her and, for a second, Evangeline felt safe. More than safe, actually. But she didn’t quite have words for the exact feeling. She only knew it wasn’t something she’d experienced before—this deep level of protectiveness.

jacksssssssss

“The Greatest Love Story Ever Told: The True and Unabridged History of Evangeline Fox and the Prince of Hearts.”

Hehehe

Evangeline had always loved tales with love at first sight, but love at first sight was mentioned so many times that she half expected the story to end with an advertisement for bottles of Love at First Sight Perfume: Tired of Looking for Your Happy Ending? Stop Searching and Start Spritzing!

“I’m sorry,” said Yeats evenly, “but the prince is currently occupied.” “Doing what?” Evangeline asked. Yeats’s mustache twitched in annoyance. “It isn’t our place to say,” he grunted. “What if we took you to one of the gardens instead?” Evangeline finally let her smile fade. Until now she’d tried to be polite and pleasant, but these men clearly had no respect for her. Maybe before she’d lost her memories, she would have been less troublesome. She might have been eager to simply wander the castle and the gardens and to be seen as an easy-to-please princess. But right now she really didn’t care about being a princess or being pleased or easy. She needed to remember. And that seemed unlikely to happen if she was confined to a fortified castle where people thought she was better off leaving the past forgotten. “Did my husband tell you that he didn’t want to see me?” “No. But—” “Mr. Yeats,” Evangeline interrupted, “I’d like to see my husband. And if you tell me no or suggest that I walk through another garden, I’m going to assume you believe either that my husband can be replaced by flowers or that you’re in a position to give me orders. Do you believe either of those things, Mr. Yeats?” The

“You’re right. You keep saying Jacks is the villain. Yet you just let a man attack me with his pet bird in order to hunt another man down and kill him. You also told my guards—who aren’t very nice, by the way—not to let me leave the castle, despite promising me you’d never lock me up. So, no, I don’t know how much of a threat Lord Jacks is, but I’m starting to see you as one.”

YESSSSSSSSSSS FINALLY

You already know, Little Fox.

“You can call me Archer.”

This only made him grin wider. Which was worse. He had dimples. Unfair dimples. Dimples were supposed to be sweet, but she sensed this guard was anything except for that.

He was protecting his wife from everyone, including herself.

Fuck off with that bs u evil brat

“I’m Aurora Vale, by the way, and it’s a pleasure to meet you, Your Highness.”

Apollo hated apples.

Pffffft lol

Apollo felt a moment of sadness. He wasn’t really a monster. He just did what had to be done.

U HEARTLESS MONSTER SHUT THE FUCK UP U LJTERALLY ARE THE WORST MAN I HAVE EVER READ ABOUT. U PUT THE DARKLING TO SHAME.

“Your sister—” Jacks stopped himself. Even he knew better than to insult the twin of a vampire with control issues. Although it was tempting. He could feel his hands clenching into fists, but Castor wasn’t the one he really wanted to punch. “I know what I’m doing.”

Apollo wasn’t a murderer—he didn’t kill unless it was absolutely necessary.

SHUT THE FLIPPITY FUCK UP *insert sarcasn beart emoji*