Restore Me (Shatter Me, #4)

by Tahereh Mafi

This, needless to say, makes him the polar opposite of Kenji, who loves to eat everything, all the time, and who later told me that watching Warner eat a cookie made him want to cry.

“The world tried to crush you,” I say, gently now, “and you refused to be shattered. You’ve recovered from every setback a stronger person, rising from the ashes only to astonish everyone around you. And you will continue to surprise and confuse those who underestimate you. It is an inevitability,” I say. “A foregone conclusion.

And I pull her in, press my forehead to hers. “Those who do not understand you,” I say softly, “will always doubt you.”

“She’s happy—” “How can she be truly happy when she’s never dealt with her past? She’s never addressed it—merely set it aside. She’s never had the time, or the tools, to examine it. And that anger—that kind of rage,” Castle says, shaking his head, “does not simply disappear. She is volatile and unpredictable. And heed my words, son: Her anger will make an appearance again.”

the way his face lights up when he sees me staring—that part makes something inside of me sing.

“How could you keep that from me? All this time, all this—everything—all you did was lie to me—” He’s shaking his head when he says No, no, I love you, my love for you has never been a lie—

“I’m very tired,” I say to him. “Please go directly to hell.” “No way, freak show. I’m not missing this.” He leans against the wall. “Plus, I’m not going anywhere until your drunkass tells me why you and J broke up.”