Vow of Thieves (Dance of Thieves, #2)

by Mary E. Pearson

I knew more than ever now that chances could be wrenched from your grasp in an instant, including chances for last words, and if there were to be any final words between Jase and me, I wanted them to be those.

We. Everything was we now. We wove our dreams together like armor. Nothing could stop us now.

When you are on the lowest rung of society, you are a comforting reminder to those just a bit above you that life could always be worse, that they are not you.

“A thousand times over, Kazi,” I whispered. “I would marry you more than a thousand times.”

Waiting for someone else to write your history was no way to live. Sometimes it was only a certain way to die.

Synové’s brows pulled down defensively. “When opportunity knocks, you don’t go punching it in the face.”

“I love you, Jase Ballenger, and I will for all of my days.”

A family’s not a puzzle with a set number of pieces. It’s more like a well—the fuller, the better.”

“I love you, Jase. No matter what happens up ahead. I want those to be the last words you hear from me. I love you.”

There was never time for last words.