Gemina (The Illuminae Files, #2)

by Amie Kaufman

“Cheer up,” he says. “A smile won’t kill you, Rapier.” Merrick sighs, drags his fingers through his hair.

Da fuq. He's who gave then up.

He drops his helmet with a crash and lifts both hands to cup her face,

surging in against her. They hold tight to one another, locked together, lost.

Eventually they ease apart just enough to catch their breath, foreheads pressed together. He’s still smoothing back her hair with one ...

jawline, dropping it to her shoulder, teaching himself her shape. She’s still holding tigh...

The rifle barks once. Red and gray spatter the walls. “You might get only one shot. So shoot. You know who said that?” The rifle clatters to the bloody floor. “Hanna ****ing Donnelly. That’s who.”

Hanna fucking Donnelly. What a badass.