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“There is no crown without guilt.”
― Laura Chouette

“Jacks tore at another piece of bread. 'I don't ever come here. The Hollow used to be my home.' His eyes turned a bleak shade of blue.

Evangeline felt the urge to say she was sorry, but she wasn't sure what for. All she knew was that her heart had cracked when he'd said the word home.

What had happened to change things? How had he turned from a boy with a family and friends in to a Fate? And why did he no longer want to come here? To her, the Hollow felt warm and wonderful, but it clearly didn't to Jacks.

'When was the last time you were here?'

'Right after I became a Fate.' Jacks countenance shifted as soon as the words were out.

It was like watching a spell break apart.

The fire crackled and the tavern grew hotter as Jack's entire body tensed. He dropped the bread, hardened his jaw, narrowed his eyes on Evangeline, then slowly lowered his stormy gaze to the chain around her neck. And this time, he didn't ask if it was a a gift from Luc.

'I think you've been naughty, Little Fox.' He made a tsking sound with his tongue. 'Where did you find the truth stone?”
― Stephanie Garber, The Ballad of Never After

“Her blood. Gushing out, it darkens her lovely hair until each strand is as heavy as the shadows of my mind.”
― Ilse V. Rensburg, Blood Sipper