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.

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

“Yeah, I am afraid that I’m going to fail again,” she said, still peering into the nothingness of Phobia’s face. “But one cannot be brave who has no fear.”

“What would you think if … if a villain happened to fall in love with your son?”