Glass Sword (Red Queen, #2)

by Victoria Aveyard

But then, my life has changed more in the last two months than ever before. And only two people were with me through it. The first is imprisoned and the second wears a crown of blood.

Strange, my enemies know me best, and my family doesn’t know me at all.

“Even rats want to get out of the gutter, Miss Barrow.”

No harm done. Not to his body, but what about his mind? His heart? I betrayed him, my brother.

Funny, now that I’m dying, my ghosts decide to leave. I wish they would come back. I wish I didn’t have to die alone.

“You opened your eyes, Mare. That’s all that matters to me,” Cal says.

If I am a sword, I am a sword made of glass, and I feel myself beginning to shatter.

The thing with heat is, no matter how cold you are, no matter how much you need warmth, it always, eventually, becomes too much.

One day he will leave, or die, or betray me like so many others have. One day, he will hurt me.