The One (The Selection, #3)

by Kiera Cass

It doesn’t really matter how you feel about your character; it just matters what you do with it. You,

“Not wanting the crown means you’re probably the best person to have it.”

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.

“You’re worth it. I don’t think you get that. You’re worth it to me.”

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

“Maxon, some of those marks are on your back so they wouldn’t be on mine, and I love you for them.”

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

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