Unlucky Like Us (Like Us, #12)

by Krista Ritchie

Just a future not yet written. But I hear Donnelly again, telling me it’s in the stars. It’s already written.

“He’d never hurt Luna,” Farrow says like it’s unfathomable. She humphs, arms still crossed. His brows rise. “He’d sooner hurt himself, Kinney.” She snaps, “You’re just saying that because he’s your friend.” “No, I’m saying that because I know my friend.”

“I would’ve liked to know,” my dad says strongly. “It would’ve mattered. And I don’t know why it is, but the bonds we make matter to other people. I know that Ryke and Rose’s friendship matters to me. Connor and Daisy matter to me. Willow and Daisy matter. Garrison and Lily matter. Just like you and Donnelly are going to matter to me. Hell, you both may even annoy me.”

I want this to be a me and Loren Hale thing.