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October 2 - October 22, 2025
Every moment of everything had brought her to this place. It had taken all the heartbreak, all the almost love and the wrong love, to know that this love was true love.
“Little Fox—” Jacks’s panicked voice broke the kiss. I’m all right, she said, or she tried to say. Evangeline couldn’t quite get out the words. Her head was spinning too fast. The stars were spinning, too. Little constellations behind her eyes. Her legs gave out. “No!” Jacks cried.
“No!” Jacks screamed. “Not again!”
“Don’t cry, my love.” She carefully wiped his tears with her fingers. “I’m all right.” She gave him a wobbly smile. His eyes went wide and as blue as a clear sky after a storm. “How is this…” he trailed off.
“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.”
“You look as if you’re contemplating something I’m not going to like,” she said. 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.” “I like the sound of always.” She smiled against his fingers, and then she reached up to touch his cheek, because now he was smiling, too. And 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.
“You know,” she confessed, “I’ve always loved your dimples.” “I know.” He smirked. “You were so obvious with your love at first sight.”
“It was not love at first sight.” She huffed. “I only said I liked your dimples at the start.” She dropped her hand from his cheek. “I didn’t even like you. I thought you were terrible.” “And yet.” He grabbed her hand again and wrapped it around his neck. “You kept staring.” “Well…” She wrapped her other hand around his neck before sliding her fingers back into his hair. She really loved his hair. “I might not have liked you, but you were always ridiculously handsome.”
But he needed to find her.
He slowly clenched and then unclenched his fists.
“Get your hands off her, you son of a bitch!”
“What’s happening?” Apollo grimaced in pain and looked at Wolfric accusingly. “I warned you,” Wolfric said. “I told you before, if you valued your life, you would forget all about this tree.” Apollo suddenly dropped to his knees and clutched the ground with one hand as if trying to find purchase. “You told me it would take the life of the person I love the most.” “It is,” Wolfric replied. “It’s taking you.”

