“I just thought that if, by some crazy miracle, she might survive—do you think you could ask her to dance? At the ball?” Cinder’s voice chafed her throat as she said it, knowing that crazy miracles didn’t happen. But she had to ask. Kai’s gaze burned into her, and he gave her a slow, determined nod. “It would be my pleasure.”
*tears* Frick frick frick frick frick
