At a last attempt to awake Apollo after Jacks cursed him, you gave him a kiss. Yes, you believed in fairytales. Who said a true love’s kiss isn’t real?

You frowned when Apollo didn’t wake up like you’d hoped.

Jacks, the person who’d done this to him, raised a brow. “Do you actually kiss the prince because you enjoy it?” he asked. “Or do you actually think it’ll magically revive him?”

You turned to face him. “Maybe I do it because I know it’ll annoy you,” you answered archly.

Jacks flashed a smile that was more wicked than welcoming. “Glad to know you’re thinking of me when you’re kissing your husband.”

Your face flushed. “I’m not thinking nice things.”

“Even better,” His eyes sparked, gem-sharp blue with threads of silver, and far too pretty to belong to such a monster.