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“Not wanting the crown means you’re probably the best person to have it.”
All I could do was move forward and hope that whenever we drifted, we would somehow find a way back to each other.
I loved him. I couldn’t pinpoint what made me so certain, but I knew it then, as surely as I knew my name or the color of the sky or any fact written in a book.
Celeste had been raised to be a specific kind of pretty. That beauty depended on covering things up, shifting the light, and seeking to be perfect at all times. But there is a different kind of beauty that comes with humility and honesty, and she was glowing with it now.
“If it ends as I suspect it will, Mom will be just fine.”
When you scraped your knees or were picked on by the upper kids, my arms were always the ones you wanted. It means the world to me to know that, at least for one of my children, I was their rock.
I love you beyond paint, beyond melodies, beyond words. And I hope you will always feel that, even when I’m not around to tell you so. Love, Dad
I want everything with you, America. I want the holidays and the birthdays, the busy seasons and lazy weekends. I want peanut butter fingerprints on my desk. I want inside jokes and fights and everything. I want a life with you.”
I was nearly attacked. All because I missed your smell.
You are not the world, but you are everything that makes the world good. Without you, my life would still exist, but that’s all it would manage to do.
“Break my heart. Break it a thousand times if you like. It was only ever yours to break anyway.”
“I’ll love you until my very last breath. Every beat of my heart is yours. I don’t want to die without you knowing that.”
“If you live,” I whispered, “I’ll let you call me your dear. I won’t complain, I promise.”
No one needed a knight more than Lucy, and no one could protect her better than Aspen.
“In those seconds, I was mourning everything I’d lost. How I’d never get to see you walk down an aisle toward me, how I’d never get to see your face in our children, how I’d never get to see streaks of silver in your hair. But, at the same time, I couldn’t be bothered. If me dying meant you living”—he did his one-shoulder shrug again—“how could that be anything but good?”
“America,” Maxon said sweetly, forcing me to wipe my eyes and face him. “I know you see a king here, but let me be clear; this isn’t a command. This is a request, a plea. I beg you; make me the happiest man alive. Please do me the honor of becoming my wife.”
