Fracture Me (Shatter Me, #2.5)

by Tahereh Mafi

Warner isn’t even human;

Adam is an arse

A weak link can bring everything down with it, and I don’t think this is the time to be taking chances.

I might walk onto that battlefield with a beating heart and be dragged off with a dead one.

I’m one part furious and one part terrified, and the two are having a battle of their own in my mind.

Kenji grins. “Okay then. Let’s go get our girl back.” “My girl,” I correct him. “She’s my girl.”

The tension is so thick it’s practically its own person, taking up a seat we don’t have to spare. I can barely think straight. I’m trying to breathe, trying to stay calm, and I can’t. The planes are already overhead, and I feel sick in a way I don’t know how to explain. It’s deeper than my stomach. Bigger than my heart. More overwhelming than just my mind. It’s like fear has become me; it wears my body like an old suit.

James must’ve been terrified. He must’ve been scared out of his mind and still, he snuck out of Omega Point because he wanted to help. Because he wanted to fight alongside us. I could kill him for it. But damn if he’s not one of the bravest people I’ve ever known.

The elephant in the room has made an appearance, and now no one knows what to say.

Aren’t you in love with this girl? Where’s the fire under your ass? I thought you would be dying to get to her right now—”

I love Juliette. I really do. I want to help her and support her and be there for her. I want us to have a future together. But sometimes I wonder if it’s ever going to happen. This isn’t easy to admit, but part of me doesn’t want to put James at risk again—on the run again—for a girl who broke up with me. A girl who walked away from us. I don’t know what the right thing is anymore. I don’t know if my allegiance is to James or Juliette.