Supernova (Renegades, #3)

by Marissa Meyer

In his left hand was a bouquet of flowers—the most vivid sunshine-yellow daisies Nova had ever seen in her life. In his right hand was a tool belt similar to the one Nova had worn over her Renegade uniform.

“It was always real for me, too,” he finally said, his voice barely a whisper. “I hope you know that.”

“He created the monster that killed his mother.”

“Everyone has a nightmare,” she said. “I guess I’m yours.”