Extraits

She traced one of his dimples with his fingers. "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."

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.

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.

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

"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.

It was a little endearing to watch. His sulky mouth gently parted as he seemed to forget how to speak.

"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."

She was still in love with Jacks, and yet both past and present Evangeline felt as if they'd lost him.

She’d been in love with him for quite some time. Evangeline wasn't sure if that part was a memory or just a thought she was presently having.

Her memories didn't feel so much like her past as they felt like their story. The story of Evangeline and Jacks. And it was a beautiful story, her new favorite story. She hated that she'd forgotten it. That it had been lost and Apollo had tried to rewrite it, to tell her that Jacks was the villain.

But she also wanted to touch him, she wanted to be closer. If this was all the time she was going to have with him, if in the morning he said goodbye again, she wanted more.

She reached up for his shoulders. "My turn again."

The only magic in the room was that of touch and heartbeats and Jacks. And for a moment it was perfect. He felt like hers and she felt as if she was his.

"Jacks, what are you planning?" she whispered. "Why did you bring me here? Why are we pretending to be married?"

"You ask a lot of questions."

"Only because you do a lot of questionable things."

"Ready, love? Or would you like me to carry you?" he said.

Now all Evangeline could hear was the word love. She told herself Jacks was only acting, playing a role for whatever scheme he'd put together. But Evangeline was a little breathless as he sliced the rope binding their wrists and then effortlessly lifted her into his arms.