Cress (The Lunar Chronicles, #3)

by Marissa Meyer

“You can help me pick out a tiara when we’re done saving the world.”

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

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.

Wolf had paced back and forth in the galley, cradling a can of tomatoes.

Then he was kissing her.

oh carswell thorne

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.

“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.”