Imagine Me (Shatter Me, #6)

by Tahereh Mafi

“I am your master,” he says. “Yes, sir.” He’s so close I can feel his breath against my skin. Coffee and mint and something else, something subtle, fermented. Alcohol, I realize. He steps back. “Get on your knees.” I stare at him, frozen. The command was clear enough, but it feels like an error. “Sir?” “On your knees, soldier. Now.”

“Every single time you claim to understand even a fraction of what I’m feeling, I want to disembowel you. I want to sever your carotid artery. I want to rip out your vertebrae, one by one. You have no idea what it is to love her,” he says angrily. “You couldn’t even begin to imagine. So stop trying to understand.”

“Can I fix it? Can I fix the fact that she can’t help but be attracted to the man who spawned the two faces she’s known most intimately?”

imagine love, I imagine wind, I imagine gold hair and green eyes and whispers, laughter

“Hey,” Nazeera says, her voice suddenly close. “I have a feeling I’m about four months away from falling madly in love with you, so please don’t get yourself killed, okay?”