The Heir (The Selection, #4)

by Kiera Cass

I admired the thought of a common boy feeling brave enough to face the challenge of becoming a prince. But no one was going to tie me down before I was ready, and I was going to make sure those poor suckers knew what they were signing up for.

“I think you’re mistaking comfort for joy.”

Love did nothing but break down defenses, and I could not afford that.

“I’m not sure anyone knows what they’re looking for until they find it.”

I loved my dad. But I also loved myself. And I would have to live with me much longer.