The Kiss of Deception (The Remnant Chronicles, #1)

by Mary E. Pearson

Today was the day a thousand dreams would die and a single dream would be born.

If I could only reach out and touch the stars, I would know everything. I would understand.

“Some things last.” I faced him. “Really? And just what would that be?” “The things that matter.”

“And if one can’t be trusted in love,” I added, “one can’t be trusted in anything.”

That was what I both hated and loved about Rafe. He challenged me on everything I said, but he also listened intently. He listened as if every word I said mattered.

“All my life I dreamed about someone loving me for me. For who I was.

“Is it asking too much to want to be loved? To look into someone’s eyes and see—” Her voice cracked, and there was more silence. “And see tenderness. To know that he truly wants to be with you and share his life with you.”

It can take years to mold a dream. It takes only a fraction of a second for it to be shattered.

“Lia,” he whispered. “Lia.” And I heard the words I love you, even if he didn’t say them.