Alphas Like Us (Like Us, #3)

by Krista Ritchie

And it’s only when lightning cracks the sky and thunder roars again do I realize what he meant by that’s us. Thunder. Lightning. My brows rise. “I’m lightning then, and you’re thunder. You always follow me every time I appear.”

“Dum spiro, spero.” I circled that phrase in my paperback. I know he took Latin in college, but I ask anyway, “You know what that means—” “‘While I breathe,’” he translates, “‘I hope.’”