Legendary--A Caraval Novel

Humans were selfish creatures. The stars had witnessed it again, and again, and again.

But perhaps love was an otherworldly entity like Death.

“No, you’re being kind. You’re holding me all close and saying personal things. Do you love me now?”

“Did you just remember how much you don’t like me?” he asked.
“I never forgot. I was thinking of the first time we met. Did you know who I was?”
“No.”
“So, you’re just that charming to everyone you meet?”

“This relationship isn’t real,” Tella groaned. “How could I be jealous?”
“Maybe you’re wishing it was real.”

“What are you trying to find, Donatella? Are you searching for some good in me? You’ll never see it, because it doesn’t exist.”

She wasn’t afraid of danger, though she preferred it in the form of swaggering young men.

When the kiss finally ended, their cloaks were both puddled on the ground, their arms were around each other, and the sky had moved back to where it should be, to the black hour just before sunrise. Only the moon lingered, undoubtedly wishing it had lips after witnessing what Tella and Dante had just done.

“Maybe I’d like you even if you were a hero.”

“But I’m not the hero,” he reminded her.

“Then perhaps I’m here to save you.”

But maybe if Tella chose to reject what she’d seen in the cards then she could have a new destiny. One where she didn’t have to be afraid of love