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Chapter no 6

Once Upon a Broken Heart

Something like light tickled her skin.

Her skin.

Evangeline could feel her skin.

She hadnโ€™t felt anything forโ€”she actually didnโ€™t know how much time had passed. For so long, there had been so much nothing, but now she could feel everything. Eyelids. Ankles. Elbows. Lips. Legs. Bones. Skin. Lungs. Heart. Hair. Veins. Kneecaps. Earlobes. Neck. Chest.

She was trembling from her chin to her toes. Her skin was coated in sweat, and it felt incredibleโ€”cool and damp and alive.

She was alive again!

โ€œWelcome back.โ€ A solid arm wrapped around Evangelineโ€™s waist as her wobbly legs adjusted to being muscle and bone.

Her vision came into focus next.

Perhaps it was just that she hadnโ€™t seen a face in a while, but the young man whoโ€™d wrapped an arm around her was extraordinarily handsomeโ€” dark brown skin, eyes fringed in a thick rim of lashes, a smile that hinted at an arsenal of charm. His shoulders were cloaked in a dramatic green cape lined in copper leaves as dazzling as his face. โ€œCan you speak?โ€ he asked.

โ€œWhyโ€”โ€ Evangeline coughed to clear some gravel from her throat. โ€œWhy do you look like a forest mage?โ€

She cringed as soon as the words were out. Clearly some of her senses

โ€”like the filter on her mouthโ€”werenโ€™t doing their job yet. This stranger had saved her. She hoped she hadnโ€™t offended him.

Thankfully, the manโ€™s brilliant smile widened. โ€œExcellent. Sometimes the voice doesnโ€™t return immediately. Now tell me your full name, darling. I need to make sure you have your memory before I let you go.โ€

โ€œGo where?โ€ Evangeline tried to take in the rest of her surroundings. She seemed to be in a laboratory. Every worktable and apothecary shelf was littered with bubbling beakers or foaming cauldrons that filled the air with something like resin. This wasnโ€™t her motherโ€™s garden. The only familiar thing in the room was the Meridian Empireโ€™s royal crest painted on one of the stone walls. โ€œWhere are we? And how long was I a statue?โ€

โ€œOnly about six weeks. Iโ€™m the palace potion master, and youโ€™re in my most excellent lab. But you can leave as soon as you tell me your name.โ€

Evangeline took a moment to collect her thoughts. Six weeks meant they were in the middle of the Hot Season. Not too devastating a loss. It could have been six years, or sixty.

But if it had only been six weeks, why was no one there to greet her? She knew her stepmother didnโ€™t care for her, and she wasnโ€™t very close to her stepsister, but she had saved their lives. And Luc โ€ฆ but she didnโ€™t want to imagine why Luc wasnโ€™t there. Could it be none of them knew she had been revived? โ€œIโ€™m Evangeline Fox.โ€

โ€œYou may call me Poison.โ€ The potion masterโ€™s arm left her waist to make a magnanimous gesture.

And Evangeline immediately knew who this young man was. She should have realized it right away. He looked remarkably like his fortune- telling card from Decks of Destiny. He wore a long flowing cape, jeweled rings on all his fingers, and clearly worked with potions. Poison was the Poisoner. A Fate, just like Jacks.

โ€œI thought all of the Fates had disappeared,โ€ Evangeline blurted.

โ€œWe recently made a grand return, but thatโ€™s not what this story is about.โ€ Poisonโ€™s face drew eerily still, warning her this was not a subject he wanted to discuss.

Evangeline might have still been groggy, but she knew better than to push, despite all the questions this revelation prompted. Poisonโ€™s reputation wasnโ€™t as deadly as Jacksโ€™s. According to the myths, he didnโ€™t usually hurt

anyone directly, but he created toxic tonics, peculiar potions, and strange serums for others, who sometimes put them to terrible use.

Evangeline peered at the goblet still in her hands.

Poison

Do Not Drink Me

โ€œMind if I take that?โ€ With one jeweled hand, Poison extracted the cup.

Evangeline took a wary step back. โ€œWhy am I here? Did Jacks ask you to help me?โ€

Poison laughed, turning his expression friendly once again. โ€œIโ€™m sorry, darling, but Jacks has probably forgotten all about you. He found some trouble during the weeks you were stone. I can assure you he wonโ€™t be returning to Valenda.โ€

Evangeline knew she shouldnโ€™t be curious. After her last encounter with Jacks, she didnโ€™t want to ever see him again and give him a chance to collect on the debt she owed him. But Jacks didnโ€™t seem like the sort to run away. He couldnโ€™t be killedโ€”unless that part of his history wasnโ€™t true and Fates werenโ€™t entirely immortal?

โ€œWhat type of trouble did Jacks get into?โ€ she asked.

Poison squeezed her shoulder in a way that made Evangeline think the wordย troubleย was putting whatever happened with Jacks mildly. โ€œIf you have any sense of self-preservation, youโ€™ll forget about him.โ€

โ€œDonโ€™t worry,โ€ Evangeline said. โ€œI have no desire to see Jacks ever again.โ€

Poison raised a skeptical brow. โ€œYou may say that, but once you step through the door to our domain, itโ€™s nearly impossible to return to the ordinary. Most of us have fled this city, so you probably wonโ€™t run into any other Fates by chance. But now that youโ€™ve gotten a taste of our world, your life will start to feel bland. Youโ€™ll be drawn to our kind. Even if you never want to see Jacks again, youโ€™ll gravitate toward him until you fulfill the deal youโ€™ve made with him. But if you desire a chance at happiness, fight the pullโ€”Jacks will only lead to your destruction.โ€

Evangelineโ€™s mouth screwed into a frown. She didnโ€™t disagree, but she also couldnโ€™t understand why a Fate would give her this warning.

โ€œIโ€™ll never comprehend humans.โ€ Poison sighed. โ€œAll of you seem to welcome our lies, but you never like it when we tell the truth.โ€

โ€œMaybe itโ€™s difficult to believe a Fate would want to help a human out of the goodness of their heart?โ€

โ€œWhat if I told you Iโ€™m being self-serving?โ€ Poison took a sip from his goblet. โ€œValenda is my home. Iโ€™d rather not be forced to flee to the North for misbehaving like the othersโ€”I donโ€™t like what the magic there does to my abilities, and itโ€™s too cold. So Iโ€™m trying to be helpful to the crown. Now go on, there are others waiting in the great room to see you.โ€

Poison turned her toward a set of spiral stairs, where Evangeline got a whiff of one of the most delicious scents: pink sugarbelle cake.

Her stomach growled. She hadnโ€™t realized how famished she was. After thanking Poison, she climbed the steps.

Within seconds, the air grew even sweeter, and the world turned bright in a way that made her feel as if her life before now had been dull. The great room appeared to be made of glimmer and light; golden chandeliers shaped like crowns reigned over gilded tables, harps, and grand pianos with golden keys. Yet it was the sight of all the people that made her forget how to breathe.

So many people. All clapping and smiling and grinning atย her.

Evangeline was friendly with many from her fatherโ€™s curiosity shop, and it seemed as if every one of them was there to welcome her back. It was touching and warming, but also a little odd that so many people were present.

โ€œHello, lovely!โ€ called Ms. Mallory, who collected maps of fictional places. โ€œI have so much to tell you about my grandson.โ€

โ€œI canโ€™t wait to hear,โ€ Evangeline replied before accepting a handshake from a gentleman who always ordered obscure foreign cookbooks.

โ€œIโ€™m so proud of you!โ€ called Lady Vane, who favored pots of disappearing ink.

After weeks of endless nothing, Evangeline was cocooned in hugs and kisses on cheeks. And yet her heart dipped as she failed to find Luc among the crowd.

Her stepsister stood somewhat to the side, and Luc wasnโ€™t with her either. But Evangeline didnโ€™t feel the relief that she would have expected at not finding them together. Did he not know about this gathering? Or was there another reason Luc had chosen not to attend?

Marisolโ€™s expression was difficult to read. She was wobbling on her feet and trying to keep a fly from landing on the sparkling pink sugarbelle cake in her hands. But as soon as Marisol spied Evangeline, her grin widened until it was as bright as the beautiful cake.

Agnes disdained her daughterโ€™s love of bakingโ€”she wanted great things for Marisol and said that cooking was too common a hobbyโ€”but Evangeline wondered if sheโ€™d let Marisol make this treat for today. There were four tiers of fluffy pink cake, alternate layers of sugarbelle cream, a frosting bow, and an oversize shortbread gift tag that read:ย Welcome back, sister!

Guilt, thick and heavy, mingled with Evangelineโ€™s unease. She would never have expected such a gesture from her stepsister, and she certainly didnโ€™t deserve it.

โ€œOh, thereโ€™s my precious, lovely girl!โ€ Agnes approached and threw both arms around Evangeline. โ€œWe were all desperately worried. It was such a relief to hear there was someone who could fix you.โ€ Agnes squeezed Evangeline tighter and whispered, โ€œSo many suitors have been inquiring about you. Now that youโ€™re back, Iโ€™ll arrange for the richest ones to visit.โ€

Evangeline wasnโ€™t sure how to respondโ€”to what Agnes had just said or to this version of her stepmother who believed in hugging. Even when Agnes had first married Evangelineโ€™s father, sheโ€™d never embraced Evangeline. Agnes had married Maximilian for the same reason heโ€™d married herโ€”to make sure her daughter was provided for. Maximilian Fox had not been richโ€”his business ventures failed nearly as often as they succeededโ€”but he was a respectable match for a widow with a daughter.

Agnes released Evangeline from the embrace, only to turn her toward a gentleman that Evangeline hoped was not a suitor.

He wore a flowing white silk shirt with a lacy jabot that cascaded down to a pair of black leather pants so tight she was surprised he could move.

โ€œEvangeline,โ€ said Agnes, โ€œthis is Mr. Kutlass Knightlinger ofย The Whisper Gazette.โ€

โ€œYou write for those scandal sheets?โ€

โ€œThey are not scandal sheets; itโ€™s a periodical,โ€ Agnes corrected with a sniff, making Evangeline think that the fledgling paper had grown in readership and credibility since the article that had inspired her to search for the door to the Prince of Heartsโ€™ church.

โ€œI actually donโ€™t care what you call it, Miss Fox, as long as Iโ€™m allowed to feature you in it.โ€ Kutlass Knightlinger brushed a black-feathered pen across his lips. โ€œIโ€™ve been covering everything related to the return of the Fates, and I have several questions for you.โ€

Evangeline was suddenly unsteady on her feet. The last thing she wanted to talk about was what had happened with Jacks. No one could ever know sheโ€™d made a deal with a Fate.

If Evangeline had been fully recovered, she would have pulled away with a clever excuse. But instead, Mr. Kutlass Knightlinger, of the lacy jabot and the black leather pants, was the one who did all the pulling.

Quickly, he wrangled her away from the party, through a pair of thick gold curtains and onto a bench hidden in an alcove that smelled of mystery and musk and imitation magic. Or was that Kutlass Knightlingerโ€™s cologne? โ€œMr. Knightlingerโ€”โ€ Evangeline pushed up from the bench, and the world began to spin. She really needed to eat. โ€œI donโ€™t believe today is the

best day for an interview.โ€

โ€œDonโ€™t worry, it doesnโ€™t really matter what you say. I make the people I interview look good. And everyone already loves you. After the sacrifice you made, youโ€™re one of Valendaโ€™s favorite heroes.โ€

โ€œBut Iโ€™m really not a hero.โ€

โ€œYouโ€™re too modest.โ€ Kutlass leaned in closer. The heavy scent around her was definitely his cologne. โ€œDuring the Week of Terrorโ€”โ€

โ€œWhatโ€™s the Week of Terror?โ€

โ€œIt was so exciting! It started right after you were turned to stone. The Fates returnedโ€”would you believe they were trapped inside a deck of cards? So much mischief and mayhem when they escaped and tried to take over the empire. But the story of how you took the place of that wedding

party and turned yourself to stone inspired people all over during that difficult time. Youโ€™re a hero.โ€

Evangelineโ€™s throat went suddenly dry. No wonder so many people were there. โ€œI hope that I did what anyone else would have done in my situation.โ€ โ€œThatโ€™s perfect.โ€ Kutlass pulled out an impossibly small notebook from

his leather vest and began scribbling away. โ€œMy readers are going to love this. Nowโ€”โ€

Her stomach cut him off with a loud grumble.

Kutlass laughed, quick and practiced as his pen strokes. โ€œA little hungry?โ€

โ€œI canโ€™t remember the last time I ate. I should probablyโ€”โ€

โ€œI only have a few more questions. There are rumors that while you were still stone, your adoptive mother started receiving marriage proposals for your handโ€”โ€

โ€œOh, Agnes is my stepmother,โ€ Evangeline cut in quickly, โ€œshe never adopted me.โ€

โ€œBut I think itโ€™s safe to say she will now.โ€ Kutlass winked. โ€œYour star will only continue to rise, Miss Fox. Now, may I have a parting word of advice for all your admirers?โ€

The wordย admirersย left a bad taste on Evangelineโ€™s teeth. She really didnโ€™t deserve any admirers. And everyone would undoubtedly feel differently if they knew what sheโ€™d truly done.

โ€œIf youโ€™re a little speechless, Iโ€™ll come up with something brilliant.โ€ His feathered pen swished over his journal.

โ€œWaitโ€”โ€ Evangeline still didnโ€™t know what she was going to say, but she shuddered to think what he might be writing. โ€œI know that stories often take on lives of their own. I already feel as if the horror I went through is turning into a fairytale, but Iโ€™m nothing special, and this is not a fairytale.โ€

โ€œAnd yet it turned out well for you,โ€ Kutlass cut in.

โ€œShe was stone for six weeks,โ€ said a soft voice behind them. โ€œI wouldnโ€™t say it turned out well.โ€

Evangeline looked over Kutlassโ€™s shoulder to see her stepsister.

Marisol stood in between the gold curtains, holding her sugarbelle cake like a shield.

Kutlass pivoted in a swish of lace and leather. โ€œThe Cursed Bride!โ€ Marisolโ€™s cheeks turned a painful shade of red.

โ€œThis is excellent!โ€ Kutlassโ€™s feathered pen began moving again. โ€œIโ€™d love to have a word with you.โ€

โ€œActually,โ€ Evangeline interrupted, sensing that Marisol was the one who needed rescuing now. โ€œMy stepsister and I havenโ€™t had any time together, so I think Iโ€™m going to steal her away to enjoy some cake.โ€

Evangeline finally pushed past him, linked arms with her stepsister, and departed through the curtains.

โ€œThank you.โ€ Marisol clung tighter to Evangeline, and though theyโ€™d never been much for linking arms before, Evangeline felt as if her stepsister had grown thinner. Marisol had always been slender like her mother, but today she felt fragile. And her skin was almost waxen in its paleness, which could have been from interacting with Kutlass. But there were also circles beneath her light brown eyes that looked as if theyโ€™d been there for days or maybe weeks.

Evangeline stopped abruptly before they rejoined the rest of the gathering. Earlier, sheโ€™d wondered why Luc wasnโ€™t there, but now she felt afraid of the answer. โ€œMarisol, whatโ€™s wrong? And โ€ฆ where is Luc?โ€

Marisol shook her head. โ€œWe shouldnโ€™t talk about this now. This is your happy day. I donโ€™t want to spoil it.โ€

โ€œYou made me cake and saved me from the king of scandal sheetsโ€”I think youโ€™re actually the hero.โ€

Marisolโ€™s eyes welled with tears, and Evangeline felt a knife twist inside

her.

โ€œWhat is it?โ€ Evangeline pressed. โ€œWhatโ€™s the matter?โ€

Marisol worried her lip between her teeth. โ€œIt happened four weeks ago,

when Luc and I decided weโ€™d try to get married again.โ€

They tried to get married again when she was still stone?ย This time, the knife inside Evangeline felt as if it were drawing blood. The news shouldnโ€™t have wounded her so much. When she hadnโ€™t seen Luc waiting for her in Poisonโ€™s laboratory or at the welcome party, sheโ€™d imagined that nothing had changed between them. But it still hurt to hear he hadnโ€™t even mourned

her, that a mere two weeks after sheโ€™d been turned to stone, heโ€™d planned another wedding.

โ€œWe thought we would be safe because the Week of Terror had ended.

But on his way to the wedding, Luc was attacked by a wild wolf.โ€

โ€œWaitโ€”waitโ€”what?โ€ Evangeline stammered. Valenda was a bustling port city. The largest animals it had were dogs, followed by the feral cats that prowled the docks for mice. Valenda didnโ€™t have wolves.

โ€œNo one knows where the wolf came from,โ€ Marisol said miserably. โ€œThe physician told us itโ€™s a miracle Luc survived. But Iโ€™m not sure he really did. He was badly mauled.โ€

Evangelineโ€™s legs lost their bones. She tried to open her mouth, to say that at least he was alive. As long as he was still alive, it would be all right. But the way Marisol spoke, it was almost as if he were dead.

โ€œItโ€™s been weeks, he still hasnโ€™t left his house, andโ€”โ€ Marisolโ€™s words turned choppy, and the lovely cake in her hands quivered until a dollop of cream fell to the carpet. โ€œHe refuses to see me. I think he believes itโ€™s my fault.โ€

โ€œHow could it be your fault?โ€

โ€œYou heard Mr. Knightlinger. Everyone in Valenda has been calling me the Cursed Bride. Two weddings and two terrible tragedies within a few weeks. Mother keeps saying that itโ€™s not a bad thing, that Iโ€™m special because when the Fates returned, I was the first to capture their attention. But I know Iโ€™m not. Iโ€™m cursed.โ€ Tears streamed down Marisolโ€™s pallid cheeks.

Until that moment, Evangeline had been fighting hard not to regret her choices. It might have been a coincidence that Luc had been attacked on his way to the wedding, but it seemed far more likely Lucโ€™s assault was not just the work of a wild wolf. Jacks had told her heโ€™d stop the wedding, and heโ€™d clearly kept his word.

Evangeline should have never made the deal with him.

She wanted to blame Jacks completely, but this was her fault as much as it was his. She knew as soon as she saw the statues in the garden that sheโ€™d made a mistake. She thought sheโ€™d fixed it with her sacrifice, but she should have never sought out the Prince of Hearts for help in the first place.

โ€œMarisol, I have to tell youโ€”โ€ The words stuck to Evangelineโ€™s tongue. She worked her jaw to get out the confession, but she knew it wasnโ€™t the sudden tightness she felt that caused the problem. She was afraid.

Evangeline was trembling, just as hard as when sheโ€™d first heard the news of Lucโ€™s engagement to Marisol. Her words had also stuck in her throat that day when sheโ€™d tried to talk to Marisol about Luc. Sheโ€™d been so convinced it was some sort of curse. And she still wanted to believe that. But Evangeline could no longer ignore the possibility that maybe sheโ€™d been mistaken.

Maybe the real reason Evangeline had never been able to talk to Marisol about Luc wasnโ€™t because of a spell. Maybe it was fear that had paralyzed her tongue. Maybe, deep down, Evangeline feared that she and Luc werenโ€™t actually cursed, but he was just an unfaithful boy.

โ€œItโ€™s all right, Evangeline. You donโ€™t have to say anything. Iโ€™m just glad youโ€™re back!โ€ Marisol set her cake on the closest gilded table and threw her arms around Evangeline, hugging her the way Evangeline always imagined that real sisters hugged.

And she knew she couldnโ€™t tell her the truth, not today.

Evangeline had just spent the last six weeks alone as stone. She wasnโ€™t ready to be alone again, but she would be if anyone learned what sheโ€™d done.

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