Little Thieves (Little Thieves, #1)

by Margaret Owen

I hate that someone out there knows even a fraction of who I am.

But sometimes you find people who prove they’re worthy of you, who prove they deserve your trust. And you can always tell people like that how you feel. You should, if you want to keep them around.”

Until tonight, though, I have never felt so unlovely.

The princess was not plain, but she was not pretty in a way that made creatures like the wolf feel good about themselves. If the wolf sought a huntress, he would find one in her.

I want him to chase me, because it means I’m more than that. It means for once in my life, I am seen.

and somehow, somehow, I have let myself be—loyal. And now they don’t need me. No more than they trust me.

That’s on me, though, for believing him. I won’t make that mistake again.