The Heir (The Selection, #4)

by Kiera Cass

Can’t you have him do it?”

remind you of your head start?” “What?” I asked, shocked. How many details had my parents omitted from their story? “What does she mean?” Mom put down her tea and held up a hand defensively. “I accidentally ran into your father the night before the Selection started, and, I will have you know,” she said, more to Miss Marlee than to me, “I could easily have been kicked out for that. It

I smiled sadly. It would have

that the outcome was important to me. I wished there was a

to the group of the Selected.

how your eyes sparkle when you make

I meant to explain how hurtful

a job, just like everybody in

these dates better? I heard a knock and turned to see Kile standing at the door. I ran into his arms without a second thought. “Hey,” he said, holding me tight. “I don’t know what to do. Everything’s just getting worse and worse.” He pulled back and lowered his eyes to meet mine. “Some of

How had I ever thought he was anything less than smart and funny and handsome and kind? I didn’t want to respond in a whisper, so I signaled for Neena to leave, and once she had closed the door behind her, I faced him again. “It’s complicated, Kile.” “I’m a very intelligent person. Explain.” His words were calm, an invitation more than a demand. “If you had asked me the night

I didn’t realize how tense he’d become until he let out a

I remembered those words, and

But as that took off, more and more people moved to be closer to those areas, meaning not everyone had adequate housing. “I know a little bit about how much it costs to get supplies, and I figured out that it’d be possible to build these smaller huts, basically like family cubicles, fairly inexpensively. I’ve been playing with the idea over

Let me make a call and see if she can even come before we say anything, all right?” “Absolutely.”

“Welcome to the first ever