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848 pages, Kindle Edition
First published November 6, 2018
Ro rolled her eyes. "Of course you are. That's what you do - sabotage yourself over and over because it's easier than putting youself out there!"
"I'm not sabotaging anything! Sophie's not some prize that Fitz and I get to fight over. And she has her own feelings - and no one knows those feelings better than I do!"
She sighed. "Fine. I'll leave you to your sulking. But just... promise me something, okay? Don't give up."
"I'm not," Keefe said.
And he meant it.
He wasn't giving up.
He was just... waiting.
Being the best friend he could be.
Trying not to wrech anything.
And hoping, hoping, hoping that someday things would change.
But there’s nothing truly new in this world. Only new combinations and interpretations. Creation is about building upon what exists and making it your own.
"Guzzling gross elixirs would be way easier than trying to figure out how to apologize to Fitz without the rest of their friends noticing."
"And Keefe was right where she’d left him—right where he’d said he’d be—his arms stretched out and ready to catch her, like he’d known she’d be dizzy and heaving by the time she finally fled."
She also couldn’t decide which thought was scarier: that there could be something fundamentally evil in someone that guaranteed they’d turn bad someday, or the idea that any person, under the right circumstances, could end up a villain.
Fitz whipped around. "So then you guys knew this was happening?"Wow, what a guy. He lashes out at his parents, his sister, his supposed best friend, and even Sophie, accusing them all of withholding information and taking sides when the situation is clearly more complex than that. Sophie just forgives him as usual. Lashing out is clearly a great start to a relationship. But I guess being a cute boy makes everything ok. Except sadly, it often does in the real world. And we are supposed to like this character?
"Fitz..." Della tried.
He shook his head, turning to Sophie and Keefe. "Did you know too? Is that why you're here?"
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"If we didn't let them use Everglen, they would've found somewhere else."
"Fine by me!" Fitz shouted.
"I dunno," Keefe jumped in. "Wouldn't you rather be able to keep an eye on Alvar?"
Fitz reeled on him. "You're on their side? Is that why you just sat there and talked about your stupid hair?"
"Okay, first? We both know my hair is awesome," Keefe said with his hugest smirk yet. "And second: it's not like they're setting your brother free. Were you listening to Dizznee? I'm pretty sure if Alvar breathes too hard, Dex'll zap him."
"Don't even get me started on Dex," Fitz muttered.
"I know," Biana said quietly. "I can't believe he knew for a week and didn't tell us."
Sophie opened her mouth to defend Dex but swallowed back the words. She could tell Fitz and Biana weren't ready to hear them.
Fitz must've noticed, though, because he reeled toward her. "Don't tell me you're okay with this."
"'Okay' isn't the right word," she mumbled. "I think... it's a hard call."
"A hard call," Fitz repeated. "That's it? I thought for this of all things, we'd be on the same side."
"We are," Sophie promised, reaching for him.
He jerked away. "No, we're--"
Keefe stepped between them......
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"It's killing them you know," Biana said quietly. "Knowing you're here, still recovering, and don't want to see them. I catch mom crying all the time."
"Good," Fitz said.
"Don't be like that," she told him.
"And don't tell me you're on their side now!"
Every time Sophie thought his name, she could hear her human parents’ voices in her mind, explaining all the reasons she should never play with fire. And yet, here she was, stepping right back into Fintan’s game.
“If I fall in, you're not allowed to laugh.”
“I would never. I'll even give you my cape to dry off.”