Unravel Me (Shatter Me, #2)

by Tahereh Mafi

and I have no idea what could propel a 19-year-old man boy person into such a miserable, murderous lifestyle

Warner. I can’t get the image of his smiling, laughing face out of my head.

“It’s not going to happen.” “Wha—” Kenji stares at him, eyebrows raised. Brendan’s mouth falls closed. His cheeks are pink again. “I know that.” “Uh-huh.” Kenji shakes his head, and walks away. Brendan is suddenly in a hurry to go about his day.

“Then no,” he says. “No, we don’t have anyone else that can do something so … earth-shattering.” “You think that’s funny?” Adam snaps.

“Or—you know, I don’t know,” Kenji says, affecting nonchalance, “maybe he’ll just shoot us both in the face and drag Juliette away while we’re too busy being dead to stop him.”

If I’m one solid piece and one solid color, I’m a much better chameleon. Besides,”

“Thanks for the offer,” I tell him. “But I’d really rather jump off a cliff.”

“Shoot her,” Warner says, “and I will put a bullet through your skull.”

but the world couldn’t hear me because Castle was still talking

“He’s in love with you,” Castle whispers, a dawning, groundbreaking realization in his voice. He laughs, once, hard, fast.

Shakes his head. “He held you captive and managed to fall in love with you in the process.”

“Who hurt you?” I ask, so quietly.

He tilts his head back against the wall. Dimples. Suddenly I’m struck by the reality of what I’m doing here. Sitting here, spending time with Warner

Because it’s so hard to be kind to the world when all you’ve ever felt is hate. Because it’s so hard to see goodness in the world when all you’ve ever known is terror.

“Please, love, I’m not going to do anything to hurt you. You should know that by now.”

My fists are full of unlucky pennies and my heart is a jukebox demanding a few nickels and my head is flipping quarters heads or tails heads or tails heads or tails heads or tails

He says “Please don’t shoot me for this.”