In the Likely Event

by Rebecca Yarros

I backed up a step, and Nate brushed by as he walked into my suite, the scent of earth and spearmint tingling my nose. He still smelled the same. Did that come-screw-me fragrance just emanate from his pores, or was it bottled somewhere?

“you can’t control the decisions other people make, nor do you bear the blame for the consequences of their choices.”

Never apologize for doing what you need to.

“You’ve been crying.” My stomach tightened. She nodded. “Want to talk about it?” All she had to do was tell me who to kill, and they’d be dead.

I’d been in this position too many times to count—left waiting for someone I loved, only to realize I was never their priority.