The Elite (The Selection #2)

by Kiera Cass

Aspen’s eyes I saw a thousand different endings to that sentence, all of them connecting him to me. That he was still waiting for me. That he knew me better than anyone. That we were the same. That a few months at the palace couldn’t erase two years. No matter what, Aspen would always be there for me.

“America, tell me you’re joking. Tell me you didn’t assault the prince.” I didn’t know why, but the word assault pushed us all over the edge; and May, Dad, and I bent over laughing as Mom stared at us.

“So he enjoys a girl who stands up to him,” Dad said once we all calmed down. “I like him more already.”