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In that instant I wanted him, the crown—every last piece of this—like nothing before.
I never imagined it would be a unanimous fear that would bind us like sisters.
It’s a strange thing to discover how much you matter to people you didn’t really know you mattered to.
His world looked like a storm. I was going to be its center.
This was joy. This was love. So many words you hear about or read about, and now . . . now I knew them.
“I’m desperate for peace. I think you might be the only chance I have at that.”
“You will be the only thing in this world that is truly mine. And I will put you on a pedestal so high, it will be impossible for anyone not to adore you.”
I hadn’t known I was capable of breaking a heart.
These girls were mine, the only thing in the world that might ever truly feel that way. And then they weren’t.
Because I could do this. I could do it well. I had to. I had to prove, finally, that I could lead, make decisions.
Maybe it was her will or her honesty, maybe it was the soft skin on the back of her hand or her perfume . . . but I knew, with a singular clarity, that I wanted her to like me. How exactly was I supposed to do that?
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.
Damn it. I had to let her stay.
“Any girl who would risk her life for someone she loves certainly deserves to be called a lady.”
Everything doesn’t seem like anything when you love someone. Especially when you’re young.”
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.
I forget how much I adore these two.
“I’m only just starting to understand how pointless it is to fight being in love.
They were too good together. He was control to her chaos; she was levity to his seriousness.
With his love or without it, either way I was inviting death.
“Maybe you stole me. Because I distinctly remember belonging to myself once, but now I’m all yours.”
She was my only worthy competitor. She was also, maybe, my only friend.
Maxon told me to love myself a little bit longer, and that was good advice.
For the first time maybe ever, it didn’t matter if I looked beautiful or not. I felt it.
You can’t have a relationship in a bubble. It won’t survive.”
I should be grateful. But I was so tired of being grateful for a half-lived life.
You saved my life. I was caving in on myself, and you stopped that.
“Every day you say something or do something that challenges me, changes me. “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.”
There was no way I was ever going to have enough of him.
“Isn’t that remarkable? I suddenly love you a hundred times more,” he said, quietly and in awe. “And I didn’t think it was possible to find love for a person I don’t know at all.”
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.
