A Curse For True Love. Once Upon A Broken Heart 3 - Stephanie Garber
A Curse For True Love. Once Upon A Broken Heart 3 - Stephanie Garber
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STEPHANIE GARBER A CURS
the ordinary. But Evangeline never gave up hope that someday too. She didnt imagin
she'd find herself elsewhere. he didnt feel as conl
Hoping and imagining and believing in magic had always there is nothing I wor
been like breathing to Evangeline. And yet it was suddenly "But I dont reme:
very difficult to breathe as she finally found herself elserthere, luctant to pu1l Lwa;y-
wrapped in the arms of a handsilme young man who said he overwhelming.
was her husband. A deep line form
Husband. The word made her head spin. Hozo? Hou? Hoas? pulled back But he re
She was too overwhelmed to ask more than that one word.In as he said, "My name
fact, she couldnt even manage to speak it aloud. Evangeline waite<i
If she wasnt being held, Evangeline might have crumpled just a tiny sparlc She
back onto the floor. It was too much to take in and too much hold on to that woul<
to lose all at once. ground, and Apollo lc
One of the last things she remembered was sitting with her one had ever looked a
father as he died at home. But even that memory was ragged He made her thinl
around the edges. As if his death were part of a faded portrait, dered with a strongl
only it wasnt just faded-pieces of it had also been ruthlessly that spoke of t:e , -
ripped awly. She couldnt clearly remember the months before -ure CheSt: .ILt,'-.:t-
her father's death or anything that had happened afterward. She u ith rich go.; =::' :
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didnt even recall how he'd caught the fever that had killed him. Benerth ir rr'.,: : - -
All she knewwas that,like her mother, her father was gone- u-a. $'htl i: '.i.., - .-,
and he had been for some time. i+------'..
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"I know this must be frightening.I imagine you feel alone, Bur.-c::.'..:.-.-
but youte not, Evangeline." The stranger who'd said he was her I nplr \r_ 1'_-
"Who was he?" she pressed. "The one who stole my memoriesl"
Apollo's steps faltered. Then they picked up faster than be-
fore. "I promise I will tell you everything, but we shor-rld get out
of'here-'
"Oh my!" someone exclaimed.
Evangeline turned to see a woman in white robes standing
between the shelves of books. The woman-some kind of a
was not."
Shocked whispers moved through the crowd. polished courtiers anr
"I was poisoned by a man I thought to be a friend,"Apollo showers of arrows.
roared. "LordJacks is the man who killed me.Then he stole the' oHow
long have ru
memories of my bride, Evangeline. I will not rest until Jacks is "How did vou renr:
found and he pays for his crimes with his life!" 'Why did Lord Ja
from an older courtier
ated h,r' a narrow--sred
"Enough,"-{pollo c