EVELYNCole’s words echoed in the tense air.I don’t know where you learned it. But it seems you’ve somehow mastered dark magic.It was a terrifying thought but as I remained pinned against the brick wall, unable to speak, I knew Cole was right. This was more than mere wolf strength and progress. No, this was something else entirely, something wicked, twisted, and illegal in this land. Magic in Ozora was long since outlawed.How did Jack manage to learn such dark arts?And how long had this power been present within him? During the War of Princes? Just after?A million questions ran through me as I tried to understand what was happening. I tried to growl but I was still mute, unable to utter a single word or sound. It was pure agony. I could feel the sensation of forming words and yet I couldn’t utter a single noise. My throat hurt from the effort and the sensation of my wrists caught somehow against the brick wall only made it so much worse.Knowing I was powerless, I fixed my gaze a
JASMINEFlynn wiped his face and let out a heavy sigh, while Leila watched me intently, as if seeking support for her wild theory. I had been following her words closely, but her last theory didn’t sit well with me.Magic... that was beyond imagination.I grimaced at the very idea and then spoke. "That’s a bold speculation, Leila, one I’m not sure about.”"Ah, you don’t believe me," Leila huffed, her golden brown eyes narrowing in irritation.. "What about the mind-linking, Jasmine? You saw it yourself-""But that’s because of the potion the coachman said they took," I replied patiently, though I was anything but."Exactly!" Flynn’s sister said, staring at me intently. "Magic doesn’t just come out of thin air. People without a magical lineage need substrates to perform sorcery. That’s how magic sometimes works. Or can you offer another explanation?"She glanced between me and Flynn, a dark, arched eyebrow raised as if to challenge the Beta and I. Flynn absently ran a hand through his th
JASMINEThe room fell silent at the mere idea of Jack Elrod pulling off such a scheme, and Leila and I exchanged a glance with one another. I knew her expression directly mirrored mine but the weariness in her eyes made me worry.My own dropped to the ground as I pondered the idea of the Prince faking such a loss and then faking his own death was a lot to handle and I shook my head as I tried to wrap my head around it.“Don’t forget it was Frank Crawford who stabbed him and made us believe he was dead,” Flynn added. “He was the one who delivered the ‘final’ blow. Perhaps it wasn’t as final as we thought.”Knowing the conflict between our Houses, I stiffened at the mere thought of the Crawfords and my mouth drew into a thin line.I lifted my eyes and met Flynn’s gaze.Right.I had thought the same. It was a plot.But why would Jack Elrod want to fake his own death? How would it have benefited him to disappear and pretend that he’d lost his life in the battle?“Now you’re starting to bel
JASMINEIt turned out that I shouldn’t have tried to prove I was alright.During the conflict, the man had literally created a hole in my belly, and I quickly began to feel feverish after talking with the Hart siblings. I tried my best to maintain a calm disposition, but a headache started to flare along with some severe aches and chills.I knew I was hurt but I didn’t know the extent of it.Our discussion didn’t uncover any useful information, except for the name of the mysterious kingdom that Leila claimed to be the origin of magic.Tiryn.Flynn was the first to notice my discomfort,.“It’s time to leave,” he said to Leila curtly. “ Lady Jasmine needs rest.”Leila’s golden brown eyes flashed over to me and she scanned me for a moment, like she wanted to counter the idea so we could talk more about the subject, but finally, when I sat down, she seemed to understand the gravity of my situation.Politely, she said goodbye, and then Flynn escorted her out.Outside the door, I heard a sm
JASMINEAs his dark eyes met mine, I felt a small spark and it became a struggle to maintain his gaze.It would be a lie to say that I didn’t find Flynn very attractive, though I knew it was improper to think that way in a situation like this.Still, his strong jaw, full lips, and rich black braided hair were undeniably handsome. He was the perfect combination of softness and sharpness. TAs his mouth turned into a soft smile, I forced myself to look away. Those lips of his, that small but genuine smile…If Addison had known what I was thinking, she would surely have laughed at me. My twin had always said that I tended to pick the most boringly upright men in the world, that they were the only ones that I preferred. She often inferred that I was incapable of choosing a great man.I had never agreed with her. Though we looked identical in every way, we had different tastes in men. We couldn’t have been more different in that regard.I had never thought Addison had ever been truly attra
EVELYN“Leave with me, Eva,” Cole said, his voice a low, contented whisper. His hand reached out toward me as I lifted my gaze.Cole was a blessing. My deepest love.The wound on the right side of his chest was near the spot where his heart was pounding.Confused, I stepped forward. All I needed to do was hold Cole’s hand, and I could leave everything else behind.All I needed was him and the smile that soothed me more than anything on Earth. He was my anchor… my lifeline.“Evelyn...”Suddenly, I heard a voice from below and I stiffened in surprise.It was Conner’s voice.I looked down in horror to find my beloved older brother’s body lying near my feet. His neck was ripped apart, the gore and viscera sending a wave of nausea. My stomach seized and for a moment, I swore I would throw up. It was a graphic sight, one I wasn’t prepared for.“Eva!” Cole demanded again. There was only an arm's length between us.As long as I lifted my hand, Cole would be able to catch it and pull me over.
EVELYN“Why would I believe you?” I hissed, a low snarl rumbling within my chest as I studied her angrily. “I want nothing more than to kill you.”Elsa watched me for a moment. “You can’t if you don’t have the energy, “ she pointed out. “It would be foolish to starve to death before seeking your revenge. And there’s no point in resisting. I can have a few servants force you to eat, even if you disobey. So you can make it easy on yourself or you can be forced. The choice is yours.”I glared at Elsa, jaw clenching as I remembered the girl I thought she was before this fell apart. The sweet, doe-eyed young girl who was so kind to me when she arrived at the palace. The girl who gave me a nickname, spoke with me and made our mundane daily chores tolerable.How many times had we laughed together? How many times had we complained and sought comfort in one another?The amount of trust I had once placed in her was now matched only by my hatred.But what Elsa said was correct.I needed energy
EVELYNMuch to my dismay and agitation, Elsa didn’t come to see me the next day, or the day after that.The only person I encountered in this strange place was Crystal, the veiled girl who brought me food for every meal. She was quiet but attentive, insisting that I needed sustenance while I was chained to the bed. I supposed it was sort of kind, but my wild temper made it hard for me to appreciate kindness while being held hostage here against my will.Each time she arrived in the room, I used different approaches of wit to try and convince Crystal to uncuff my other hand so she could walk around, promising that I wouldn’t escape, but it was of no use. She was unwilling to budge, offering only to feed me and make sure I was drinking water.Crystal didn’t seem vexed by my flaring ill temper at all. She simply accepted it, unflinching. I was a bit like a feral animal, a trapped one.Eventually, I felt guilty when I spilled soup or porridge on Crystal’s clothes, forcing her to repeat he