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

by Stephanie Garber

But it had been impossible. Jacks had been the moon and she’d been the tide, controlled by his impossible force. That much had not changed.

My heart, it hurts. And it did. Evangeline had never felt so close and so far away from someone all at once. His cold, hard hand was still on her throat, his eyes were locked on hers. But it was a look that said this was the last time he’d be touching her, the final time. This was all there was for them. He wasn’t giving up. He’d already given up.

“I love you, Jacks.”

HAIDIEIOSJD YES SO SLAY

“I used to wonder if fate was real,” she said gently. “I used to fear it meant that I had no real choices. Then I secretly hoped fate was real and that you and I were fated, that by some miraculous chance I was your true love. But now I don’t care if fate is real—because I don’t need it to decide for me. I don’t need it to make this choice. I’ve made my decision, Jacks. It’s you. It will always be you, until the end of time. And I’ll fight fate or anyone else who tries to tear us apart—including you. You are my choice. You are my love. You are mine. And you are not going to be the end of me, Jacks.”

“So you’d rather live without me?” “I’d rather you live.” “I am living, Jacks, and I am not going to die anytime soon.” Evangeline closed her eyes and then she kissed him.

SHE KISSED HIM?? STOP MOM IM SCARED PICK ME UP PLEASE

It was a kiss like a prayer, quiet, almost pleading, made of tremulous lips and nervous fingers. It felt like reaching out in the dark, hoping to find a light.

It had taken all the heartbreak, all the almost love and the wrong love, to know that this love was true love.

Glass shattered. He’d dropped the jar—and as soon as he did, the kiss took on new life. It felt like stars colliding and worlds ending. Everything was dizzying and spinning. He kissed her harder. She held him tighter, fingers bruising on the back of his neck before slipping into his soft hair.

First the sky, all indigo and violet. Next, she saw the tree, all glowing and gold. Then there was Jacks.

“I already told you. You are the love of my life. You are mine, Jacks of the Hollow. And you’re not going to be the end of me.” “But you were dying.” “No,” she said, a little embarrassed. “I just forgot to breathe.”

Once upon a time, there was nothing but kissing, and everything was perfect. And then there was even more kissing.

Jacks idly stroked her jaw with his fingers. “I love you,” he said simply. Then his face went abruptly serious. “I’m never going to let you out of my sight.” “You say that as if it should be a threat.” He continued to look at her solemnly. “This isn’t just for now, it’s for always, Little Fox.”

And he loved her. He loved her. He loved her. He loved her. He loved her so much he’d rewritten history. He’d given up what he had believed was his only chance at love. And now he had finally broken the spell that he never thought he’d escape.

“Jacks!” she screamed again. Briefly she paused her fighting to lift her head, to see if he’d come through the fire, if he’d come for her. But all she saw was smoke and flames.

“You told me it would take the life of the person I love the most.” “It is,” Wolfric replied. “It’s taking you.”