Spring (Evermore Academy, #2)

by Audrey Grey

This is a whole lot of nope.

Despite being gripped by absolute, blind panic, my mind somehow decides it’s helpful to remind myself this is the second time this week I’ve had to literally run for my life. Gazelle. You’re a mother-freaking gazelle. Just like a gazelle, I fight and claw my way to the inside of the pack. National Geographic taught me the animals on the outside get picked off first.

“Males, always thinking with their least attractive appendage.”

“You are my friend. One of my only friends, in fact. Which is weird because I don’t ever remember agreeing to like you, but there it is. I do, against my will.”