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“Jacks scowled. 'Don't tell me I'm not allowed to kill birds now.' 'It's a pet, and it shouldn't be condemned because of its master.' Jacks looked at Evangeline as if she made absolutely no sense to him. But he put away the knife. 'Let's just hope this pet bird is living its best day full of fat rabbits and not focusing on us.' 'Thank you,' said Evangeline. 'I don't think I really did you a favour.' 'But it was what I wanted.”

“Upon Evangeline and Jacks's initial return to the inn, the Hollow had actually been quite frosty. Doors often slammed shut. Windows stuck. Wardrobes refused to open. Faucets yielded only icy water. 'I think it's cross with us,' Jacks had said. 'Give it a few days. It will warm up.' The walls had rattled then. 'If it doesn't, we'll leave,' Jacks added, tossing a dart up in the air as he spoke. 'We can build a new inn- a better one.' Jacks caught his dart, then threw it, purposefully missing the board and sinking the dart's sharp tip into the wall instead. Doors stopped slamming after that. Windows no longer stuck, and wardrobes were more eager to open. As the days went on, the Hollow became friendlier and friendlier. Fresh flowers started to appear on tables. Evangeline found new logs in the fireplaces every morning at dawn, and whenever she drew a bath, the water was always perfectly warm. The Hollow wanted them to stay. (Indigo Exclusive Edition Alternate Ending).”

“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.”

“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.”

“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.”

“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.”

“Jacks reclined in a throne of ice as he glared down at a fox that looked more corporeal than ghost- all fluffy white fur, save for a circle of tawny surrounding one of its coal-dark eyes. He appeared horrified by the animal, as if it's adorableness might somehow soften some of his nasty edges. Evangeline wished it would as she stood back a little to watch, enjoying that for once, Jacks was the one in the uncomfortable position. He flinched when the creature nuzzled his scuffed boots. She laughed, finally drawing his attention. 'I think it likes you.' 'I don't know why,' Jacks scowled at the beast. It responded by affectionately licking the buckle at his ankle. Evangeline continued to smile. 'You should name it.' 'If I do that, it will think it's a pet.' Jacks words dripped with disgust, which only further convinced Evangeline this fox might be the best thing that had ever happened to this Fate. 'How about I name her for you? What do you think of Princess of the Fluffikins?' 'Don't ever say that again.”

“I'm so confused. How do the two of you even know each other?' 'She's the Fate that poisoned you,' Jacks said. Lala gave Jacks an impressive glare. 'This is why everyone hates you.' He laughed in response as if they were flirting. Was this how Fates flirted- with accusations of murder?”

“No matter what I tell you about vampires, you're going to be intrigued instead of horrified. Your kind always wants to be bitten or changed.' 'Not me,' Evangeline argued. 'But you're curious,' Jacks challenged. 'I'm curious about a lot of things. I'm curious about you, but I don't want you to bite me.' The corner of Jacks' mouth twitched. 'I've already done that, Little Fox.' His cold fingers found her wrist and slipped underneath the edge of her glove to stroke the last remaining broken heart scar. 'Lucky for you, no matter how many times I bite you, you'll never turn in to what I am. But sometimes all it takes from a vampire is one look, and you're theirs.”

“Evangeline found herself squeezing Jacks' hand harder, feeling thankful he'd not let her go. Chaos tilted his head, eyes landing on their intertwined hands. 'Interesting.' 'This is getting tedious.' Jacks dropped Evangeline's hand and sauntered back in to the scholarly suite, where the rasp of vampire changelings and the rattle of cages weren't so all consuming.”