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The carnival, the Globe of Death, riding on Sebastian’s motorcycle…the kiss, and I keep coming to the same conclusion. Worth it.
“Be careful, Princess. You’re wrapped in a pretty package, but you’re rotting from the inside out.”
“Don’t go.” His voice is full of gravel and reluctance. “Why should I stay?” “Because I don’t feel like waiting another year to see you again.”
“I could take one of the trucks,” he starts. “But then I wouldn’t be able to feel those legs wrapped around me. Where’s the fun in that?”
“Every summer comes to an end. Does that mean we shouldn’t enjoy the sun?”
“I don’t care how many high school dicks you’ve taken,” he says darkly. “This ride is for grown-ups only.”
“You were the first boy I ever kissed. I spent two years trying to find this feeling again.”
“I don’t think we ended up here just for you to die,” she whispers. “What if it’s already in the stars? You can’t change fate.” “Then we’ll rewrite the stars.”
“Get on the bed.” “Yes, sir.”
I love this flawed, beautiful, maybe-cursed McAllister boy. And even though he doesn’t say it with words, I know he loves me, too.
I’d give anything to keep you. I think I say the words out loud, but I can’t be sure. No. I don’t feel alive. I’ve never felt more dead than the moment Evan’s eyes told me I was dying.
You can take the girl away from her castle, but you can’t take the princess out of the girl.
