Flashback (Keeper of the Lost Cities, #7)

by Shannon Messenger

“What?” Sophie asked, wiping under her lashes when she noticed Keefe staring. “Did I smudge it?” “No, Foster. You look . . . perfect.”

SOPHIEKEEFE ENDGAME ???? IT BETTER BE

“I would never leave without saying goodbye, Miss Foster.”

Oh SANDOR :(

And as the seconds dragged by, she realized there was freedom in admitting that. Power in letting her heart sink to that absolute low. Maybe hitting the bottom gave her something new to stand on.

YEAAAAAHHHHHHHH

“In a way, it is. Just as fire hungers and wind breathes and water roars and earth waits. I’ve never been near quintessence, but I hear it pulses. And shadowflux dreams—hovering high above, waiting for something to capture its interest.”

“Here,” Mr. Forkle said when she emerged from behind her curtain with the ends of her sash tossed around her shoulders like an awkward shawl. He tied a simple bow and she started to step away, but he placed a hand on her shoulder. “Perhaps you’d also like a little help with your hair?” “You’re offering to do my hair?” Sophie verified, reaching up to feel the tangled mess. “I’m an elf of many talents,” he told her. Shockingly enough, he wove her hair into the most intricate braid she’d ever seen.

This is so funny and so sweet I love the Forklenator

“They didn’t break me,” she said again. “They’ll never break me.” She wasn’t the weak, predictable girl the Neverseen thought she was. She was Sophie Foster. She was the moonlark. And starting tomorrow, she was learning to fight back.

Keefe tore a hand through his hair again. “I can tell there’s something you’re not telling me right now—but I’m not going to force you to talk about it. If you say you’re good, I’ll trust you.” She held his stare through the Imparter screen as she told him, “I’m good.” He nodded. “Just remember: the worrying thing you’re a master at? I’m pretty good at it too. So . . . don’t forget about me, okay?” There was a rawness to the plea that tugged on Sophie’s heart hard enough to drag it into her throat.

Argent?”

Teen Wolf brain worms fully activated

“Really?” Ro cut in. “That’s what you want to tell her?” “Yes,” Keefe said through gritted teeth. Ro snorted. “Maybe I should use my dare—” “Don’t,” Keefe snapped, turning to face her. “Even you’re not that mean.”

Okay....okay...

Well THAT’S convenient. What is? she asked. Keefe siding with you. I wonder why he’d do that?

Fitz shut the FUCK up

And Keefe was right where she’d left him—right where he’d said he’d be—his arms stretched out and ready to catch her, like he’d known she’d be dizzy and heaving by the time she finally fled.

*chanting* SOPHIEKEEFE! SOPHIEKEEFE! SOPHIEKEEFE!

But he reached for her, pulling her into a shaky hug. And they both clung to each other until they had the strength to move again.

SOPHIE ELIZABETH FOSTER IS UNMATCHABLE.

This shit is so fucked up what the HELL