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

by Kiera Cass

fear could shape a person into someone who is, by most accounts, evil.

I never imagined it would be a unanimous fear that would bind us like sisters.

And that was how the Selection did its first act in my favor: if I had her here, at least I had the chance to try.

I want to know someone. Really know someone. And I think I want that person to be you, even if you leave.

Was that my voice? Really? I sounded like a five-year-old girl with a smoking problem.

The guard tipped his head to her and started to leave. Just before the doors closed, he gave me a wink and a crooked smile, and I was left there, grinning like an idiot.

They were too good together. He was control to her chaos; she was levity to his seriousness.

But how could I make myself more valuable to Maxon than someone he did love?

Maxon told me to love myself a little bit longer, and that was good advice.

“You think you walk, Lucy? I think you fly. You see yourself in a uniform? I see you in a cape. You’re a hero, of the quietest but most genuine nature.”

I peeked up at his expression, so hopeful and excited, and I knew we were only just getting to the best part of our lives.