Cress (The Lunar Chronicles, #3)

by Marissa Meyer

He was exactly the kind of hero Cress had been dreaming about her entire life.

My heart

She was a girl. A living girl, smart and sweet and awkward and unusual, and she was worth far more than they could ever realize.

“If you honestly believe that,” said Thorne, stowing the gun again, “then

you really don’t recognize true value when you see it.”

“Where did you even find her?” said Jacin, gesturing at the ceiling speakers.

“You, uh…” He gestured halfheartedly. “You dropped that.”

Now he was the Carswell Thorne who had given her strength in the desert. Who had come for her when she was kidnapped. Who had kissed her when hope was lost and death was imminent.

Bending his head, Kai pressed his lips to her knuckles. The plating had no nerve endings, and yet the touch sent a tingle of electricity along her arm.

He lifted his gaze. “Just to be clear, you’re not using your mind powers on me right now, are you?” She blinked. “Of course not.” “Just checking.” Then he slid his arms around her waist and kissed her.

“You said yourself that the people of Luna need a revolutionary.” She lifted her chin, holding his gaze. “So I’m going to Luna, and I’m going to start a revolution.”