Revelle

Dedication For my cousins:A million books couldn’t capture the magic of growing up with you. Contents Cover Title Page Dedication Contents Prologue One: Luxe Revelle Two: Jamison Port Three: Luxe Four: Jamison Five: Luxe Six: Jamison Seven: Luxe Eight: Jamison Nine: Luxe Ten: Jamison Eleven: Luxe Twelve: Luxe Thirteen: Jamison Fourteen: Luxe Fifteen: Jamison Sixteen: Luxe Seventeen: Jamison Eighteen: Jamison Nineteen: Luxe Twenty: Jamison Twenty-One: Luxe Twenty-Two: Luxe Twenty-Three: Jamison Twenty-Four: Luxe Twenty-Five: Jamison Twenty-Six: Luxe Twenty-Seven: Jamison Twenty-Eight: Luxe Twenty-Nine: Jamison Thirty: Luxe Thirty-One: Jamison Thirty-Two: Luxe Thirty-Three: Jamison Thirty-Four: Luxe Thirty-Five: Jamison Thirty-Six: Luxe Epilogue: Luxe Acknowledgments About the Author Books by Lyssa Mia Smith Back Ad Copyright About the Publisher ii iii v vii viii 1 2 3 4 5 6 7 8 9 10 11 12 13 14 15 16 17 18 19 20 21 22 23 24 25 26 27 28 29 30 31 32 33 34 35 36 37 38 39 40 41 42 43 44 45 46 47 48 49 50 51 52 53 54 55 56 57 58 59 60 61 62 63 64 65 66 67 68 69 70 71 72 73 74 75 76 77 78 79 80 81 82 83 84 85 86 87 88 89 90 91 92 93 94 95 96 97 98 99 100 101 102 103 104 105 106 107 108 109 110 111 112 113 114 115 116 117 118 119 120 121 122 123 124 125 126 127 128 129 130 131 132 133 134 135 136 137 138 139 140 141 142 143 144 145 146 147 148 149 150 151 152 153 154 155 156 157 158 159 160 161 162 163 164 165 166 167 168 169 170 171 172 173 174 175 176 177 178 179 180 181 182 183 184 185 186 187 188 189 190 191 192 193 194 195 196 197 198 199 200 201 202 203 204 205 206 207 208 209 210 211 212 213 214 215 216 217 218 219 220 221 222 223 224 225 226 227 228 229 230 231 232 233 234 235 236 237 238 239 240 241 242 243 244 245 246 247 248 249 250 251 252 253 254 255 256 257 258 259 260 261 262 263 264 265 266 267 268 269 270 271 272 273 274 275 276 277 278 279 280 281 282 283 284 285 286 287 288 289 290 291 292 293 294 295 296 297 298 299 300 301 302 303 304 305 306 307 308 309 310 311 312 313 314 315 316 317 318 319 320 321 Prologue OneLuxe Revelle It was our first show of the summer, and if fate had its way, it might also be our last. The energy in the theater crackled with anticipation. While Nana stacked the champagne flutes into our signature R, I held the back of her chair, suppressing a smile as she grumbled about her decades of tightrope walking without a spotter. My uncles cast bemused glances our way as they swept windblown sand between the floorboards, the scratching of their brooms drowned out by giggles from the mezzanine, where the littlest Revelles huddled, plucking cockroaches from the torn velvet upholstery. A few years and a lifetime ago, that had been my job. Nana positioned the final glass and stood taller on the chair, pride shining in her topaz eyes as she scanned the pit. After a bit of booze, and plenty of magic, the tourists might mistake the Big Tent for a classy establishment. With a pop, I uncorked the champagne and handed it to Nana, but instead of shimmering gold, a clear, dull liquid dribbled out. Watered down. Again. She took a swig and grimaced. “This tastes like piss.” “How do you know what piss tastes like?” Her eyes narrowed. “Don’t sass me, child. Is this the last of it?” “I’m sure there’s more somewhere,” I lied. As if Uncle Wolffe hadn’t spent all winter trying to scrape together enough liquor to get us through opening night. In a rare concession, Nana allowed me to help her off the chair. Although time had curved her shoulders, she still moved with the grace of a woman who’d spent years in the spotlight. A grace I should have inherited but didn’t, along with the cleavage she flaunted in her skintight crimson sequined gown. “Let’s make it a cider fountain,” I suggested, leading her away. “The tourists will be too drunk to notice the difference.” “Cider in our champagne fountain? We’re Revelles! We can’t be as dry as a nun’s—” “Easy, Nana.” Fixing my smile, I stole a glance at the others. “Uncle Wolffe and I have a plan.” More like a Hail Mary. I started to turn away, but she grabbed my wrist, her voluminous bracelets cool against my skin. “Wolffe told me all about this plan of yours. Your magic may be strong, Luxe, but even you can’t charm a bloody Chronos. There’s no way he’ll give you a jewel.” True. The Chronos family raised their young on tall tales of my family’s magic. Give a Revelle a jewel, and they’ll charm