The Royal We (Royal We, #1)

by Heather Cocks

I hate being late. But I’ve also never mastered the art of estimating how long it takes me to get anywhere or do anything.

Being smothered a little is no different than being smothered a lot. Either way, you can’t breathe.

I don’t know why it takes something monumentally destructive to remind you what you want to save.

Lacey and I scowl at each other in the manner of two people trying to transfer as much shame as possible onto the other person so that their own will sting less. It doesn’t work; it never does.

maybe it’s better if people don’t forget. Because history only repeats itself when they do.”

“What’s her name?” “I absolutely know the answer to that, but I choose to keep it private for her own protection.” “No clue, then.” “I’ve one clue. It’s vaguely musical.” I frown. “Triangle? Treble Clef?” Nick’s laugh blasts into my ear. “Then you’re doing fine,” he says. “You’re only in real trouble when her name is the only thing you can hear.”

A person can die without being dead.

“What I am saying is that if you do everything for other people, then by definition you’ve done nothing for yourself,”