Shadow Me (Shatter Me, #4.5)

by Tahereh Mafi

She’s different. She gets me. I give her a lot of crap for being emotional all the time, but I love how empathetic she is. I love how she feels things so deeply that sometimes even joy manages to wound her. It’s who she is. She’s all heart.

I remember. I remember. I know this girl. I look up, panicked, and scream, “Juliette, DON’T—” But she’s already lost control.

But when the blood arrives, heavy and viscous, seeping through clothes and upholstery, dripping down frozen hands, I know we’ll never recover from this. Juliette just murdered six hundred people at once.

There’s no recovering from this.

And I know my priority right now needs to be Juliette.