Winter (The Lunar Chronicles, #4)

by Marissa Meyer

“Did you call me?” she asked. A grin dawned on his face, impishly delighted. “Cress! I thought I heard your footsteps. Come here.”

So cute 😍

The thought of their love turning to biased hatred stole the air from her lungs and left her feeling hollowed out to her core.

Girly, they already hate you, and you're already hollow to your core. So delulu.