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“How can I make you understand,' he growled, 'you and I together don't end well. We just end.' 'How can you know that if you haven't even tried?' 'Try?' Jacks laughed and the sound was awful. 'This isn't something you try at, Evangeline.' ... 'This is something that gets one chance to be right or wrong, and if you're wrong, there's no trying again. There is nothing.”

“Don't you have virgin blood to drink or something?' 'Virgin blood?' Castor smiled one of those devastating vampire smiles as he shoved a hand through his hair in very devil-may-care fashion. 'What kind of stories have you been reading about me?' 'I don't read any stories about you,' Lala huffed, but Evangeline swore there was a deeper colour on her cheeks. 'So it's just a coincidence that you're quoting one of them?' 'I know you drink blood,' she said. Castor's gaze turned heated. I'd like to drink your blood, it seemed to say.”

“Have you ever successfully stopped Jacks?' asked Castor. Lala raised her chin imperiously. 'I once stabbed him with a butter knife.' 'I remember that butter knife fiasco,' Evangeline said. 'It caused a great mess. Speaking of messes- what are we going to do about Jacks's heart?' 'I say we kidnap Aurora and torture her until she tells us where it is,' said Lala. 'I'm not letting you torture my sister,' Castor interrupted. 'Your sister is a monster!' Castor's nostrils flared. 'We are all monsters.”

“Evangeline spun to the side and slapped him hard across the face. The sound of her hand hitting his cheek echoed through the inn, loud, cracking and satisfying. You loathsome, conceited, cowardly worm of a prince, she thought as she watched his skin turn an inflamed shade of red. She didn't tell him that she knew what he really was and that she would never be his. She wanted to. But she wasn't that foolish. Not when Apollo was surrounded by guards and heroes who could effortlessly subdue her if she picked a proper fight with the prince. 'Oh, Apollo!' she exclaimed instead. 'You startled me.”

“I remember,' she breathed. 'Do you now?' He smiled, and just like everything else, it was a very Jacks-like smile. Sharper at one corner, giving the impression of being both cruel and playful all at once. It reminded her vaguely of the first time they'd met, when she'd thought he looked like a half-bored young noble, half-wicked demigod. 'Tell me, pet, just how much do you remember?”

“Of course- I loathe him. I can't stand the sight of him or the sound of his voice, and I want to get out of here before he returns so I never have to see him again.' 'Let's do that then. Although I would love to wait until he returns so that I can stab him in the heart and then cook it over a fire. But I suppose I can do that another day,' Lala mused.”

“What are you doing here?' Her lips twisted with displeasure. 'I just saved your friend's life.' Chaos replied sharply. And was it just Evangeline's imagination, or did he puff out his chest? ... 'Well, I'm here now, so-' Lala waved a hand toward the forest. 'Did you just dismiss me?' Castor asked. 'I tried,' Lala said.”

“Tentatively, she reached for the top button of his doublet. Jacks's eyes flashed open. 'What are you doing?' 'Your clothes are wet,' she whispered as she slowly undid the first button with a soft click. It was a small sound, but somehow it filled the room. Outside, the rain lashed hard against the thin window, shaking the glass, but Evangeline could still hear the sound of every button as she undid one after another. 'This is a very bad idea,' Jacks murmured. 'I would have thought you liked bad ideas.' 'Only when they're mine.' He stood very still as he fingers reached for the bottom button and carefully slid it through the hole. For a second, there was no rain, there was no breathing. There was just the two of them. Carefully, Evangeline parted the fabric of the doublet. Then she felt Jacks's hand braceleting her wrist. 'My turn,' he said hoarsely. And she swore she could feel his voice on her skin as he reached for the ties of her cloak.”

“I remember all of it,' she said. 'I remember everything from the moment we met in your church to the night at the Valory Arch. I'm sorry it took me so long.' 'It doesn't matter,' Jacks said flippantly, still smiling crookedly as he dropped the apple in his hand. It fell to the ground with a heavy thud. 'Evangeline. Back away from him,' called a smoky voice through the trees. It was vaguely familiar, but she couldn't place it until Chaos carefully stepped closer. 'He's not safe right now.' 'I'm never safe,' Jacks said. Then with a smirk toward his old friend, he added, 'Playing the hero doesn't suit you, Castor.' 'At least I don't give up just because I fail.' 'I'm not giving up,' Jacks drawled. 'I'm giving the girl what she wants.' His fingers moved down her jaw to Evangeline's chin. For a second, time seemed to slow as he carefully lifted her chin in a way that made her think of only one thing: kissing. Evangeline felt suddenly sober. 'Isn't this what you want?' Jacks whispered.”

“First we need to get out of this accursed forest before someone else tries to kill you.' 'About that,' she said, 'someone else did try to kill me earlier, before I entered this place.' Jacks gave her a baleful look. 'How is it that every day someone tries to kill you?' 'I wish I knew. Maybe then I could stop it from happening.”

“Chaos quickly threw up his hands. 'You're not in danger. I'm here because a friend of ours needs help- your help. He's about to make a horrible decision and you need to change his mind before it's too late to save him. I'm not here to hurt you, Evangeline.' 'Then why don't you get the hell away from her,' growled Archer. Evangeline hadn't heard him approach. She just turned and suddenly Archer- Jacks- was there. It was easier to think of him as Jacks as she watched him, striding swiftly in between the crates, glaring at Chaos with murder in his eyes. 'I don't want you near her. Ever.' Jacks pulled out his sword, and before Chaos had time to speak, he shoved the blade right through his chest.”

“You can't just tie people up and whisk them to wherever you want them.' 'I wouldn't need to, if you would just remember.' His voice was still quiet, but it was a dangerous sort of quiet, one that gave his words a bite. Evangeline told herself not to care. But instead she felt compelled to argue. 'You don't think I'm trying to remember?' 'Clearly not hard enough,' Jacks said coldly. 'Do you even want your memories back?' 'All I've been doing is trying to get them back!' 'If you believe that, then either you're lying to yourself or you've forgotten how to really try.' His eyes burned as they met hers; it was a fire like anger. But she could see hurt as well. It came in threads of silver that moved through the blue of his eyes like cracks. 'I've seen you try before. I've seen you want something more than anything else in the entire world. I've seen what you're willing to do. How far you were willing to go. You haven't even come close to that now.”

“What are you to me?' she asked. Archer's eyes locked with hers. 'Nothing.' But it didn't feel like nothing when his fingers reached down and he took hold of the sash that kept her robe tied together. He held it as if he couldn't decide if he wanted to untie it or tug her closer to him. 'Why are you lying?' she asked. 'I thought we'd already established that I'm not very kind.”

“On her ninth birthday, she'd woken up to find every tree in her mother's garden had branches full of lollipops tied to them with polka-dot strings. There were also gumdrops sitting in the centre of the flowers and overlarge pieces of rock candy laid among the blades of grass to make it seem as if the garden stones had turned to candy in the night.”

“Wait!' Evangeline called. 'What's your name?' You already know, Little Fox. But once again, his thoughts weren't projected loudly enough for her to hear. Instead, he gave her the name he'd planned on. He knew she wouldn't remember it, and he needed to make sure he didn't forget it. 'You can call me Archer.”

“I'm starting to feel as if you don't want to escape.' He definitely nipped her ear this time, teeth sharp as they scraped her skin. She wondered if he liked to hurt everyone, of if it was just her. Something about this was starting to feel personal. Although the nip of teeth at her ear didn't hurt so much as it unsettled her. 'Do you want me to toss you over the edge?' he taunted. 'Of course not!' she yelled. 'Then why aren't you fighting?' He sounded angry. 'I'm trying my best.' 'And I'm not, which means you need to try harder. Kick me.”