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“I’d like to be drinking,” Kristin pronounces. She tucks back her hair and puts her elbows on the table. “I’d very much like a Long Island Iced Tea.” “I don’t think they serve tea at the bar,” Bell says, distracted by what Carter is doing.
aw sweet summer child
“People only listen when women expose their pain, I suppose. Why do you think it’s like that?”
“Every woman lives in a constant state of battle-readiness.
If you want to find the hunter, follow the prey.”
I know we’re in the middle of an investigation, but we’re still girls, aren’t we.”
She thinks about power, especially a quote she likes by Adrienne Rich: Her wounds came from the same source as her power.
“That’s us, Travis. We make the best of terrible ideas.”
“You didn’t survive Huxton because of worthiness, Emma.” He looks at her. “I don’t know how you survived. But what really matters is that you’re surviving now, in spite of everything. That survival is all down to your strength of character and will. That survival makes you a fucking force of nature.”
the irony that she has to claim connection with one man to avoid another.
All this time he’s wasted, when he could have been hugging Emma.
Carter stands impassive in his most official suit. “Miss Lewis, I know you’ve had some bad experiences dealing with Simon Gutmunsson, but I guarantee you we’ll handle this in a methodical, orderly way. Before you know it, he’ll be back at Byberry awaiting his execution.”
the biggest lie
“And I’m taking that very seriously, Miss Lewis.” Carter gestures at the combined forces on the floor of the intake garage. “My men, these guards—they’re all highly trained professionals.”
yall have messed up two undercover stints and a stakeout idk what professionals youre talking about
Beside her, Carter shifts, uneasy. “All this for one boy.”
thats not reassuring carter
“A couple days.” Emma closes her eyes, breathes out, opens them again. “No. Send me in there.”
girl stop
She is the reminder, Emma realizes—a living, breathing reminder to the FBI of what can happen when they fail.
“Monsters don’t always look like something from a horror movie. Mostly, they just look like… normal guys.”
Monsters are people, and they’re living among us.
The one bright spark for him in this whole mess has always been Emma.
“You’re qualified enough for me.”
“I came here with you to show you,” Travis blurts suddenly. “I want you to see that you can trust me. That I’m on your side. That I choose you. Emma, I would choose you over an FBI order every time.”
She can be happy if she wants to be. She can live. She can be free.
It was a mess, plain and simple, and you suffered for it. I’m very sorry.”
how many times can they majorily mess up
Something else he has never seen before: Emma, open. Tears leaking down her cheeks as she clasps his hand and bends closer, presses her forehead gently to his. And my god, what he feels for this girl. His torn heart leaps inside his broken chest, and it should be painful, but somehow it isn’t.
