by Gabriella Lepore
Crushing Hearts and Black Butterfly Publishing
“Then it is settled,” Felix declared. “Come hell or high water, when this is all over, at least one of us here will not make it out alive.”
When Bronwen Snow is pulled from her cottage in the middle of the night, she finds herself seeking the help of three mysterious boys who reside in an abandoned castle deep in the hillside. With only a hasty handwritten note and a vague sense of dread to guide her, Bronwen is forced to put her trust in the eccentric and willful Felix Cavara and his eternal curse – immortality.
What kind of fool accepts a drink from a witch? Felix scolded himself. A poisoned fool, that’s who. In his mind, he couldn’t help but recollect the wary look in Alistair’s eyes as Felix and Loki had swigged back the cool lemonade. And the reluctant way that Alistair had brought the cup to his own lips…
Fuelled by fresh rage, Felix let his temper fly. “Vile, evil, bitter old hag,” he spat.
“My father will see to it that you are slain for this!”
Margo cackled deliriously, hunched forward in sheer glee. “Let it be so,” she hissed. “Hear this, boy.” She bent down and grasped Felix’s face between her bony fingers, yanking his gaze to hers. “The cure to your ailment lies within me. If I am to die, you shall never be saved. So, let your father do his worst, for it will make my retribution all the more poetic.” Felix jerked his head away. “Oh, the poetry is not lost on me. I will die happily in the knowledge that I’ve taken you with me. And hurry it along, because death will be sweet release from another second in your company.”
“No, no, no,” Margo murmured, her tongue slithering out of her mouth as she spoke. “You are mistaken. Death is too good for a conceited swine like you. No, no, no. My gift to you is quite the opposite. You shall not die, but instead be cursed with something far more permanent. Eternal life.” She threw back her head and screeched in rapture. “The blood of a dragon flows through your veins. Indeed, you are boys no more!”
“Our fathers will find us,” Alistair croaked, his voice weak and trembling. “And when they do, they will—”
“They will find you dead,” Margo cut him off. “For fourteen days no breath will pass your lips, no pulse will beat inside,” she sneered. “But when the blood of the dragon reaches your heart you shall return, altered forever, though never to alter again.” She licked her shrivelled lips, salivating in excitement.
This time Felix had no response. He had no words, no strength, and no hope. He
rolled onto his back and stared up at the ceiling. The oak beams began to blur.
With his last ounce of strength, Felix pushed the strands of dark hair from his buttercoloured eyes and turned to Alistair.
“I’m sorry,” he mouthed.
Alistair nodded. “Goodbye, Felix,” he whispered.
Felix closed his eyes. “Goodbye, Alistair.”
Here she is. . .
Gabriella Lepore lives on the coast of Wales in the United Kingdom. She began writing at an early age and grew up with a passion for all things supernatural—
especially witches! She currently has six Young Adult books in print: Evanescent, The Blackheath Witches, How I Found You, Secrets In Phoenix, and The Witches of the Glass Castle books 1 & 2.
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