Cress (The Lunar Chronicles, #3)

by Marissa Meyer

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

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She loved him more than ever. And not because she’d scoured file after file of reports and summaries and data and photographs. Not because he was the dreamy, untouchable Carswell Thorne that she’d imagined kissing on the banks of a starlit river while fireworks exploded overhead and violins played in the background. 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.

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“And if it turns out I make a terrible princess?” He shrugged against her. “The people of Luna don’t need a princess. They need a revolutionary.”