Fracture Me (Shatter Me, #2.5)

by Tahereh Mafi

God, she’s so obsessed with him. She has some weird fascination with his twisted life that I don’t understand, and it makes me crazy. I can already feel myself getting angry, annoyed—jealous, even—which is ridiculous.

I’ve got work to do. People to save. Ladies to impress. He’d respect that.”

Kenji grins. “Okay then. Let’s go get our girl back.” “My girl,” I correct him. “She’s my girl.” Kenji snorts as we head in the direction of the compounds. “Right. Minus the part where she’s not actually your girl. Not anymore.” “Shut up.” “Uh-huh.” “Whatever.”

I know who to blame. I know where the fault lies. Juliette is dead because of me.