Bloodmarked (Legendborn, #2)

by Tracy Deonn

felt so alone that I assumed I was.

This is one of the most poignant lines I have ever read.

I stare at it, closed in his palm, and realize what he’s suggesting. What he’s offering. I pull inward in shame. Sel’s hand cups my kneecap, holding me in place. “It’s all right, Bree. I’ve already told you. I want you to feel safe.” He gently tugs my tear-stained hand forward and flips it over, pressing the closed pin into my palm. “If that means being with him right now”—his brows lower and tighten together, swallows audibly—“then so be it.”

THIS HAS MY SPIDEY SENSES TINGLING

As I watch them connect, I realize that the feeling Sel offered me, the feeling he knew I wanted, is here. It’s between both of them, and between us all. Safety grows warm in my chest, expanding to some other emotion,

HMMMST

Sel looks between us both. “I cannot believe I am stuck with you two.” The tension lifts, and I smile. “You are, you know. Stuck with us.” Nick makes a sound of disagreement. “Nah. I think you’re stuck with us, Bree.”