“Has Noah said anything to you, Cress?” I asked. “He hasn’t asked me to choose between you and him, if that’s what you mean,” Cress said, her voice surprisingly gentle. “Maybe because he knows I’d pick you.” My heart warmed at her words, and I felt like I could cry. It was stupid, but I’d needed to hear that. To know that Noah couldn’t steal another person from my life. Especially not one I cared about so much.

