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  Wrinkling her nose, Paz nibbled on a piece of popcorn. That’d gotten her attention. “What happened?”

  Growling, Richard stole the last bite of twinkie from Todd’s fingers and popped into his mouth with a so-there look.

  Smirking, Todd licked his lips. “She told him that he’d forgotten to pay his electric bill and that when they got home the power would be off.”

  Snorting, feeling pieces of kernel jam in her throat, Paz coughed and then chuckled, wheezing around the bits still caught in there. So lame, she’d expected maybe Madam Quack would have said they’d be struck by lightning, or their dog would be run over. Electric bill? Get serious. She wiped tears from her eyes, ghost of a laugh still on her tongue. “Duh, she works for the power company after hours. Totally doable.”

  Richard rolled his eyes. “Paz, I came to your art show. Now you’re coming with us.”

  Shoulders slumping, she licked the buttery goodness off her tongue. “Richard, seriously, that sounds so lame and I don’t want to blow ten bucks on something like that.”

  Todd and Richard shared a glance. A wordless conversation passing between them that always made her both jealous and happy. She wanted that so bad, it was a desperate yearning in the pit of her gut, the depths of her heart. But she couldn’t deny how happy it made her to know her brother now had it. He deserved it. Though she’d die before ever telling him that.

  “We’ll pay,” they said at the same time.

  One dark hand and one light hand gripped her elbows, steering her (willing or not) toward Madam Quack’s tent.

  “Ugh,” she groaned.

  Ten minutes later she was staring into the deep lavender eyes of the most gorgeous woman she’d ever seen. Midnight oil black hair, smooth alabaster skin, and the plumpest red lips that would have made even Steven Tyler green with envy.

  Add to that that Madam Quack wasn’t wearing a gold lamay turban, purple silk robe, or looking into a crystal ball. Paz felt totally out of her element--hard to laugh at someone when they looked as sane and gorgeous as Madam Pandora did.

  The tent was low lit a dark red, casting strange undulations upon the tarp walls. Paz gripped the wooden arms of the plush, floral patterned chair she sat on.

  Pandora (because Paz refused to think of her as Madam Pandora any longer) sat in front of her, long legs crossed. Sparkling black cocktail dress draping like bats wings to either side of her. Red lips pursed and staring at Paz with an intense gleam in her strange colored eyes.

  “Your brothers want you to be happy.”

  Paz licked her lips. Didn’t take a rocket scientist to figure that out, especially considering Pandora had very likely seen them drag her inside, ordering Paz to stay put or the popcorn got it.

  “But you’re successful, you made a lot of money tonight.”

  Paz narrowed her eyes.

  “Paintings, was it?” Pandora cocked her head, feathers on top of her tiny hat flopped forward.

  “Oh please, this is insane,” Paz shook her head, “you probably heard one of them mention it. Why do you waste people’s money this way?”

  Pandora smiled. “Because you’ll come. Though,” she cocked her head, “I’m very good at what I do.”

  “I’m sure you are.”

  What a waste of her time and Todd’s money. Paz stood, ready to head back out.

  “Sit down,” Pandora’s voice brooked no argument, a shiver of heat zipped down Paz’s spine. Not fear, not exactly, but wariness.

  She sat.

  Pandora tapped blood red fingernails on her knee. “Go to Alaska.”

  “What?” Paz snorted. “Alaska? Are you nuts? What’s in Alaska?”

  “He is.”

  Paz’s heart skipped a beat. He, as in he. The one? Prince Charming? Her Todd?

  “Yes. The one. You’re Prince Charming. You’re Todd.”

  Her mouth flopped open. Probably wasn’t pretty, but holy freaking cow bat man, how had she done that? “I didn’t say that--”

  “Out loud?” Pandora lifted a pencil thin brow. “You didn’t have to. I told you, I’m good at what I do.”

  Heart thudding almost painfully in her chest, Paz’s left leg began to bounce up and down. So many different reasons why that was a cracked up idea floated through her mind.

  Pandora pressed her lips into a thin line. “Stop over thinking this, Paz…”

  “Wait?” She held up a hand. “How do you know my name? I didn’t tell you--”

  She waved her hand. “You need to go. He needs you, he’s waiting. And he doesn’t have much time left.”

  “Alaska?” Her voice sounded strained. Why was she even listening to this woman? This was so stupid. Totally dumb. And yet… “Where in Alaska?”

  “Book a flight to Anchorage.” Pandora leaned forward, intense eyes never swerving from Paz’s face. “You have to leave tomorrow.”

  “Tomorrow?” she squeaked. “This is nuts. You’re crazy. I’m crazy.” She laughed, voice sounding totally unlike hers. So why was she suddenly sweating, suddenly desperate to believe this lie?

  “He’s dying, Paz, and only you can save him. If you don’t leave tomorrow, it’ll be over. He’ll be over.”

  Something close to pain hammered behind her closed lids. Paz squeezed her arm rests, nails digging in so hard she felt one break.

  “You’re… lying?”

  Pandora shook her head. “I never lie.”

  ***

  How had she wound up here? Thirty thousand feet up in the air, flying to Alaska? Alaska of all places! Paz had gone to sleep last night, desperate to forget it all. But an ache, a gnawing need for truth, had begun to bloom in her chest.

  What if it was true? So she’d be out a couple hundred bucks--which would make her royally pissed, since she’d been saving for a screen press--if it wasn’t true. But there’d been dreams last night. Lots of them.

  A blue faced man, features distorted, but with hope shining in liquid black eyes. She’d woken up in tears and within seconds phoning the airport to confirm a roundtrip ticket to Anchorage.

  Turbulence seized the plane and she yelped, biting down on her lower lip hard as her gut toppled to her knees. She hated flying.

  Hated. It.

  Why oh why, was she doing this? Time away from the carnival, the dream, made her think suddenly this was the stupidest idea she’d ever had. Richard and Todd had certainly been shocked, for a brief thirty minutes their wide eyes had made her feel brave, powerful. But now… the plane dipped, and she flopped in her seat, now she was just scared.

  From the moment she’d stepped foot on the plane she’d gotten a strange sense of something being off kilter. Weird. But she’d ignored it, thinking she was just being the chicken Richard always accused her of being.

  So she’d found her seat, not needing the compartment space, she’d packed light.

  Literally she was flying to Anchorage with tickets back the very next day. Why had she done this?

  She groaned when another round of turbulence tilted the plane.

  She had no idea what she was looking for. Who she was looking for. She’d scanned the faces boarding her flight with an obsessive need to know if maybe one of them was Mr. Wonderful.

  Then he’d sat next to her.

  Heart pounding, trying to hold down the saltine crackers she’d gnoshed on earlier, she glanced at tall, dark, and decadent sitting next to her. He was gorgeous.

  Bronze skin two shades darker than her own, dark unruly hair that curled against the nape of his neck, and liquid black eyes. The eyes had made her think of her dream. It hadn’t been a huge stretch for her to think maybe it’d been him.

  So she’d waved, and smiled.

  He’d sat next to her, his delicious scent of clover and moss, teasing her senses. Paz had waited for the friendly smile in return. Nothing.

  Like he’d not even seen her.

  When the attendants had taken drink orders, he’d ignored her too.

  He didn’t read, didn’t move, didn’t do
a single thing. Which totally creeped her out. Stepford wife, or husband in this case, total weirdo.

  The plane jolted again, this time listing deep to the side.

  “Ladies and gentlemen,” the pilot’s voice came on over the loudspeakers, “please put your trays in the upright and locked positions, we seem to be experiencing a bit of turbulence--”

  “Oh sh--” the co-pilot cried and then there was static.

  But that wasn’t the worst part, because now the plane was dipping forward, faster and faster.

  Suddenly Mr. Creepy latched onto her hand, squeezing tight.

  “Look at me,” he said, and oh man, so embarrassing that as they’re crashing and getting ready to become nothing but a memory, all she could focus on was the flutter of her stomach at the sound of his whiskey deep voice.

  Adrenaline spiked her veins, kids and women screamed. Oxygen masks dropped from the rough turbulence that shook her around like a rag doll.

  “You’ll be fine. You’ll be fine,” he said and she nodded.

  His eyes were so beautiful. Not black like she’d first thought, but a deep inky well full of stardust. His thumb caressed her knuckles, and she knew fire seeped through her skin, deep into bone.

  A strange whistling rang loud in her ears. Paz lifted up on her toes, wishing she could run away. “It’s just like the movies,” she whispered.

  He licked his lips and man they were nice. Thick and begging to be sucked on. “What?” he said.

  Tears crept into the corners of her eyes as her stomach bottomed out. A baby was crying. “The sound of death.”

  His touch was so nice. So real and warm.

  “My Todd,” she whispered as her vision blurred. He was looking at her, with an ache, a soul deep connection.

  She’d finally gotten it.

  Paz screamed when the plane pitched on its side. His grip tightened.

  “Close your eyes, Paz,” he whispered.

  How did he know her name?

  Glancing over her shoulder, he licked his lips, and she didn’t miss the dilation of his pupils.

  “We’re close aren’t we?” She knew they were, gravity was pinning her against the seat. The ground had to be only seconds away. Her body shuddered, tightened with goose bumps. Death breathed down her neck.

  “Close your eyes, head on your knees. I’ll be here when you wake up, I promise.”

  She dug her nails into his fist, but he didn’t flinch.

  “What’s your name?” she breathed, back of her neck tightening.

  They were close, within a second of crashing. The plane unnaturally quiet as people prayed, cried softly, or closed their eyes and waited for the inevitable.

  His smile was so achingly real, alive. She sniffled, throat working back a hot tide of tears.

  “Tristan Black.”

  Nodding, she dropped her head to her knees and squeezed her eyes shut. Her fingers still threaded through the hard strength of his.

  She’d finally found him. Prince Charming.

  So not fair.

  There was a deafening whistle and then nothing else.

  Books by Marie Hall

  Kingdom Series:

  Her Mad Hatter (Book 1)

  Gerard’s Beauty (Book 2)

  Red and Her Wolf (Book 3)

  Jinni’s Wish (Book 4) Coming Soon

  Hook’s Pan (Book 5) Coming Soon

  The Witching Hour: Grim Reaper Saga

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  Chaos Time Series: YA Time Travel Series

  The Girl in Amber Flame (Book 1) Due Jan. 2013

  Ashes in Snow (Book 2) TBA

  Genesis Trilogy: YA Paranormal

  Forbidden (Book 1) TBA

  Death Series: Adult Urban Fantasy Series

  Death and the Witching Hour (Book 1) 2013

  Death and the Hallowed Night (Book 2) 2013

  Table of Contents

  Title Page

  Copyright 2012 Marie Hall

  Acknowledgements

  Dedication

  Blurb

  Prologue

  Chapter 1

  Chapter 2

  Chapter 3

  Chapter 4

  Chapter 5

  Chapter 6

  Chapter 7

  Chapter 8

  Chapter 9

  Chapter 10

  Chapter 11

  Chapter 12

  Chapter 13

  Chapter 14

  Chapter 15

  Chapter 16

  Chapter 17

  Chapter 18

  Epilogue

  A word from the Author

  Sneak Peek: Jinni's Wish

  Books by Marie Hall