“You can withstand anything,” I murmur. “You’re a Cobalt.” A lump lodges in my throat, and I bite the inside of my mouth to quell emotion—emotion that pierces all the armor I’ve ever built. I’m not sure I want to be a Cobalt these days, and even the thought feels sacrilege. My family is my everything. But I never prepared to be hurt by the people I love. By two Cobalts. By my parents.
