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“I need him as much as he needs me. But that doesn’t make it love.” Winter lowered her lashes. “Actually, dear friend, I suspect that is precisely what makes it love.”
I care about you more than I should.
At some point, we have to stop planning and start doing. I think that time is now.”
Winter was a well-loved princess who was prettier than a bouquet of roses and crazier than a headless chicken.
We think that if we choose to do only good, then we are only good. We can make people happy. We can offer tranquility or contentment or love, and that must be good. We do not see the falsehood becoming its own brand of cruelty.”
Iko settled a hand on Cinder’s shoulder. “Yeah, but broken isn’t the same as unfixable.”
“You’re my princess, right? You were always going to be my princess, no matter what you were born, no matter who your dad married.” Her eyes misted. Reaching up, she folded her fingers over Jacin’s forearms. “And you are always my guard.”
Thorne, on the aisle, held out his hand as Cinder passed. She snorted and accepted the high five before floating up the stairs.
“I’m going to make it a law that the correct way to address your sovereign is by giving a high five.” Kai’s smile brightened. “That’s genius. Me too.”
