Unravel Me (Shatter Me, #2)

by Tahereh Mafi

My new world is etched in gunmetal, sealed in silver, drowning in the scents of stone and steel. The air is icy, the mats are orange; the lights and switches beep and flicker, electronic and electric, neon bright.

I am nothing more than the consequence of catastrophe.

He’s come to fight. For me.

And I understand, for the first time, that I have the power to destroy everything.

Kenji touches my arm

But he takes my right fist in his hand so gently. Takes care not to touch my skin as he slips off the now-tattered leather glove and sucks in his breath at the sight of my knuckles.

The healers can’t touch me.

“I want to be with you and I don’t give a damn if it’s hard. I still want it. I still want you.”

I find myself thinking about Warner too much.

I can’t help but experience a strange thrill in being so close to him, and yet so far away.

He’s easily the most beautiful thing I’ve ever seen. And I wish I’d never seen it. Because something inside of my heart is ripping apart

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He knocks twice, pauses. Knocks 3 times, pauses. Knocks once. I wonder if I need to remember that.

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

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But I see layers, shades of gold and green and a person who’s never been given a chance to be human and I wonder if I’m just as cruel as my own oppressors

Because I feel it. I feel the clicks and the turns and the creaking of a million keys unlocking a million doors in my mind. It’s like I’m finally allowing myself to see what I really think, how I really feel, like I’m discovering my own secrets for the first time. And then I search his eyes, search his features for something I can’t even name. And I realize I don’t want to be his enemy anymore.

I want to study the secrets tucked between his elbows and the whispers caught behind his knees. I want to follow the lines of his silhouette with my eyes and the tips of my fingers. I want to trace rivers and valleys along the curved muscles of his body.

I’ll be crying

hell is empty and all the devils are here

I want to unravel him.

UNRAVEL ME