The Evolution of Mara Dyer (Mara Dyer, #2)

by Michelle Hodkin

“do you understand what this means?” It means that Jude is alive and no one believes it but me.

“I would say you’ll make a liar out of me, but I was one long before we met.”

“It’s my way of telling you that I can’t bear to look at my bed without seeing you in it,”

Two words were written there, scrawled in blood: FOR CLAIRE

My father could’ve been hurt. Killed. And this time it wasn’t my fault. It was Jude’s.

I didn’t answer him. I led him into my bedroom instead. Opened my messenger bag and handed him the picture of me, the one Jude took. And then I began to talk.

“I’m not sure you can appreciate how much I want to lay you out before me and make you scream my name.”

“If I were to live a thousand years, I would belong to you for all of them. If we were to live a thousand lives, I would want to make you mine in each one.”

This was the boy I loved. A little bit messy. A little bit ruined. A beautiful disaster. Just like me.

I wasn’t sorry that I tried to kill him. I was sorry he was still alive. I would kill him again if I had the chance.

But I did know this: Jude was the only person with any reason to want to hurt me, and he had tried before.

“She’s fine,” he said. “I only pushed someone into her tank.”