The One (The Selection, #3)

by Kiera Cass

We were friends who realized they didn’t want to be without each other. We were the other’s opposite in many ways but also so very similar. I couldn’t call our relationship fate, but it did seem bigger than anything I’d known before.

“America, you are full of nothing but bad ideas. Great intentions but awful ideas.”

“Don’t worry. The best people all have some kind of scar.” I thought of Marlee’s hands and Maxon’s back. They both held permanent marks of their bravery. I was honored to join them.

And there we were, in the background of it all, holding on to one another. The Perfectionist, the Sweetheart, the Diva . . . and me.

You are not the world, but you are everything that makes the world good.

“Break my heart. Break it a thousand times if you like. It was only ever yours to break anyway.”

“If you live,” I whispered, “I’ll let you call me your dear. I won’t complain, I promise.”

This isn’t happily ever after. It’s so much more than that.