![]() ![]() ![]() ![]() It was tempting to do the same thing tonight, to simply stand there and disregard everything that had happened in the Fortuna Vaults, marry Apollo, break the spell, and hope that they could start over. Freezing along with Apollo felt like penance for what she’d helped Jacks do to him. It was the same thing he said every night, and then every night she stood there watching and listening until the tips of her hair were turned to frost and her breath became ice. “I would happily freeze for you, my heart.”Įvangeline closed her eyes. “You’re going to freeze if you keep this up.” “It’s too cold out there for you,” she called. Cold brushed against her as she stepped onto her balcony, letting the sweet hum of the bells and the deep sound of Apollo’s serenade surround her. With a deep breath, Evangeline cracked open a pair of twin doors. Tonight there were only twelve ringers left-twelve hours until tomorrow morning’s wedding-and then there was the cursed prince who’d joined them. There had been 144 members of the choir, one for every hour until the wedding. They had appeared precisely at noon, clad in heavy red capes to better contrast with the snow that would surely fall soon. The handbell choir had arrived in the grand courtyard of Wolf Hall the day after Apollo’s proposal to Evangeline. ![]()
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