Roar and Liv (Under the Never Sky, #0.5)

by Veronica Rossi

But then one of the figures dashes across the sandy trail and jumps into my arms and I’m reasonably sure it’s Liv and not Perry.

“You’re part of me, Olivia. Anything that involves you is always about us.”

“The wise ask questions, Perry. The weak doubt.”

That taking a blow is easier for him because he’s made of tougher material than the rest of us. Maybe so. Maybe he is tougher. But when a cut is deep, it’s still just flesh beneath.

Then I feel her fingers loop into my belt at my lower back, where she likes to hang her hands when I hold her, and I know we’re fine.

Then I force my eyes closed, and still her face is there. This girl. She’s all I see.