Happily Ever After (The Selection, #0.4, 0.5, 2.5, 3.1, 3.5)

by Kiera Cass

His world looked like a storm. I was going to be its center.

“It would also behoove you to refrain from mentioning this to anyone. Understood?” They nodded, and I made my way to the main stairwell. As I walked I heard one guard whisper, “What’s behoove?”

“Any girl who would risk her life for someone she loves certainly deserves to be called a lady.”

He was control to her chaos; she was levity to his seriousness.