“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.
“May I see?” he purred, extending his hand towards the letter.
Bronwen clutched the envelope to her chest. “It’s for Felix.”
“I am Felix,” he said. “Congratulations, you’ve found me.”
Bronwen took a step backwards. “You’re Felix? That’s not what you said a minute ago,” she challenged. Actually, she’d expected Felix to be… well, older.
“Yes, but that was when I was trying to get rid of you. Now I want my letter.” He held out his palm steadily.
Bronwen tensed. What choice did she have? Grudgingly, she handed over the letter.
Without missing a beat, Felix tore the envelope and tossed it over his shoulder. He hastily unfolded the note and began reading. At first his expression was one of mild interest, but then he paused and looked up at Bronwen with a smirk.
“You are Bronwen Snow?” he asked, waving the letter at her.
“Yes,” she replied.
“And you want me to protect you?”
“I…” So that was what the letter had said? “I don’t know.”
Felix laughed. “Are you quite mad?” His eyes twinkled in amusement, glowing as red as the oil lamps’ flames.
“I’m starting to think so,” Bronwen muttered.
“In all my years I’ve never seen anything so…” he grinned down at the letter, “absurd.”
“Sometimes visions are the key to unlocking the most coveted of secrets. And they are always given to me for a reason. I believe this particular reason was to save my granddaughter’s life.”
“Why should I trust you?” Felix challenged. “What if there is no cure? What if this is merely the reckless act of a desperate woman?”
“All I can give you is my word.”
“Then, in return, I shall give you mine. I vow to protect Bronwen. However,” he went on, staring deeply into Ada’s eyes, “I will not be played for a fool. If you do not produce the cure, then I will take both of your lives instead. Those are my terms. Decide now if you wish to accept.”
“You can’t threaten us like that!” Bronwen exclaimed.
But Ada offered her hand to Felix, sealing the deal.
“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.
“You don’t have to do this, Felix,” Bronwen said under her breath. “Not for me.”
He laughed again. “Bronwen,” he said, tautly, “I’m not doing anything. This is the cure. The cure happens to be lemon flavoured.”
“I need to see the paper.”
Alistair stiffened. “What’s going on? What paper?”
“I have to see it,” Bronwen repeated. “I need to know.”
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. Evanescent is her third young adult novel and she is currently working on her next book, Tarantula.