Warcross (Warcross, #1)

by Marie Lu

Death has a terrible habit of cutting straight through every careful line you’ve drawn between your present and your future.

When you refuse to ask for help, it tells others that they also shouldn’t ask for help from you. That you look down on them for needing your help. That you like feeling superior to them. It’s an insult, Emi, to your friends and peers. So don’t be like that. Let us in.”