Forsaken Trail (Runaway, #4)

by Devney Perry

She giggled and swatted me away. “Brody, behave.” “With you? Never.” I pulled myself away, something that took more effort than it should have,

“Don’t worry. I won’t let you fall.”

Aria had a lasting effect. She walked into your life and you struggled to remember what it had been like before you’d seen that first smile.

Aria was more beautiful than any flower in the world. Even mad, she was lovelier than any rose.

“People don’t just buy other people cars without asking.” “You’re right. I should have asked.” That way she could have picked the color and style.

Had anyone ever told me they loved me? I think Heather had, probably before she’d asked for something. Maybe my mother, a long, long time ago. They’d been empty words. From Aria, they were magic. They were the future.