Unlucky Like Us (Like Us, #12)

by Krista Ritchie

“Wow,” Ripley says to me like I’m going through a whole lot. I let out a breath. “I appreciate the concern,” I say softly into a nod.

“This is beautiful,” Eliot says, “and tragic all at the same time.”

“The way you look at me, Luna…” He seems overwhelmed. “How am I looking at you?” I’m trapped in his orbit, not wanting to be set loose. “I’m the hero of your story.”

He’s never been Atlas, crouched down while bracing the world. My brother is upright, the entire globe perched on his strong swimmer’s shoulders like it weighs as much as an inflatable beach ball.