The Darkest Legacy (The Darkest Minds, #4)

by Alexandra Bracken

“I’m not powerful, and I might be more trouble than I’m worth most of the time,” he said, “but . . . maybe I could help you with that?”

Instead, I put both of my hands on his cheeks, and when he didn’t pull away, when he leaned into the touch and shut his eyes, I kissed him.

But I couldn’t bring myself to do the same; I didn’t want to see those last traces of our light be devoured by the darkness of the storm.

he looked a little more like himself. Or, as Vida put it, he no longer looked like a cult leader who wanted to murder all of us.

I’ve never been perfect, but I’ve always wanted to be for you.” “I never needed perfect,” I told him. “None of us did.”

“Aw, Maximo,” she said. “Now I am sorry I changed the password on your phone all those times to torment you.” His eyes narrowed. “I knew it!”

It was that simple. Don’t set off alarms. Don’t alert security. Find Ruby. Get out.

I wasn’t going to lose him or anyone else to this cycle of nightmares. I was done accepting what little we’d all been given—I wasn’t going to be tricked into believing that the wheel of our story would continue to roll on without being pushed forward by sheer force. There was no time to sit here and just hope it would all get better. If we’d only wait. The time for waiting was over. If they wanted a Psion Ring, then they’d have one. On my terms.

“March, demon,” Priyanka told him. “Faster. Or do you need a cloud of sulfur to ride out of here?” “There’s no need for hostility—” Dr. Wendall began. She pushed him forward, keeping her gun against his back. “Oh, there is every need.”

“Drive safe.” “I prefer to drive like a motherfucker,” she said with a wink.

“You ready for this?” Priyanka asked as we caught up to her and Lana. I looked into the darkness ahead, sparks gathering in my heart. “Beyond.” Then we were running, shadows racing the night.