A Curse For True Love

“What is the point of having friends if they’re not there to support your bad decisions?”

“So, this is your best day?”

he did have business to take care of.
As soon as he left the tent, Apollo pulled the note from Aurora Valor out of his sleeve.
Meet me at the border of the Merrywood and the road that leads to the Cursed Forest.
Be there at sunset.
Come alone, and I suggest you tell no one.
Instead of her name, she’d drawn a wolf wearing a flower crown.
He burned the note as he passed the closest fire.

“I truly am sorry for your loss,” he whispered, “but soon you won’t feel any pain at all.”

Then Apollo took his knife and stabbed the boy in the heart.

“I will not let you die.”

If you stop fighting, you die.

She was safe in her bed. She’d be even safer when he left her.

It wasn’t an obsession.

One visit wasn’t an obsession.

Jacks just needed to make sure she was still alive. That she wasn’t bleeding. In danger. Unhappy. Cold.

“I do understand, and I hope you understand that as long as you treat me like an untrustworthy captive, I will act like one instead of like your wife.”

He would have set the world on fire and then let it all burn just to keep holding her like this.