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What’s French for badass?
“You’re not Alex.”
Gasp. Plot twist
“So you’re in the early stages of . . . what? Friends to lovers? Enemies to lovers?”
This chick is funny
Have a nice walk, princess.”
Ooouuu i knew princess would be the offical nickname.
“Um, let me think . . . Amnesia. Amnesia. Amnesia. Four euros. Amnesia. And . . . amnesia. Any other questions?”
Might have forgotten her identity but she hasnt forgotten sarcasm
it was the first time he had ever felt like flesh and blood.
How cute
“Alex uses that brand.”
So are we into Alex, or no?
his voice was soft and low.
Oh?
“I guess I’m just trying to be the good guy.”
Not-Alex can fix him
her trying to figure out why he smelled so good
Gurl
She still had his Glock in her hand.
Glock in my lap
not that you’ll forget your lies but that, someday, you’ll start to believe them.
“You’re doing great, you know?”
AHHH
“Just . . . don’t die on me, okay? Fake or otherwise.”
“I’m sorry. I won’t do any kind of dying. I promise.”
Thats a hefty promise
And, like it or not, she believed him.
“For the cover,”
Omg who could’ve seen this coming 🙀🙀 (I’m giggling and blushing)
Mr. Spy Guy . . . Hot Guy . . . Gun Guy . .
Girl learn his name at least lol
She was ninety-nine percent certain she was a feminist and also a heavy sleeper,
and if she smiled when she saw it—well, that wasn’t his problem.
This is the standard.
“Did you just break an assassin’s nose with a telephone?” Her eyes were wide. “I think so?” He absolutely beamed. “Good girl.”
“Go to sleep, sweetheart. Go to sleep. I’ve got you.”
Yesterday I literally heard you use the term oopsie daisy.
Because at some point Sawyer had stopped being Mr. Spy Guy and started feeling like Her Guy,
“Sawyer . . . Why do you have the key to a room we can never use?”
its the hardrive, isnt it?
“You were going to leave me . . . on our honeymoon!” “We aren’t actually married!”
Like how had she been foolish enough to think she knew him when she didn’t even know herself . . .
Barz
Sawyer found the gun, but he didn’t see his sanity anywhere.
Oh, that’s Zoe. She’s my second favorite sister . . .
Ouch.
“Because I don’t want you to get hurt.”
“That was my third favorite gun,”
“Touch her, and I’ll kill you.”
Hehe.
“You promised you wouldn’t die on me, remember?” He gave her his hot guy smirk. “Why? Would you miss me?”
And soon every agency in the world would follow.
There has to be a better way. A better plan.
“I know how to hot-wire cars!”
How convenient!!!
That he had slept but hadn’t dreamed.
How cliche
And you’re a badass.” “Right. Because I’m Alex.” “No.” He was looking at her strangely, cocking his head like isn’t it obvious? “Because you’re you.”
“I eat pain for breakfast,” Zoe said. “You what?” Sawyer choked.
“Zoe, come over here. Now.”
Oh crap. I smell a betrayal
“I told you, sweetheart, I’m not all good.”
HOLY. PLEASE BE HIS EVIL TWIN OR SOMETHING
“Of course I am. But you have to listen to me. I—”
Ugh miscommunication trope
He traced her cold cheek, staring at her like he was memorizing the curves of her face. It was the same way he’d looked at her in the light of the fire—like he couldn’t believe she was real. Like he couldn’t believe she was there. Like he couldn’t believe she was his. Because she had been his—she had. And, worse, she’d been happy.
Gurl alex is potenially dying now is not the time. Also youve know hin for a few days. Chill out.
Posture changing. Features shifting. It was like every muscle in his body suddenly morphed into something that was genetically the same but totally different.
Must be all for show
Sawyer, who had broken her in ways that might never, ever mend.
Bruh. Only four days
She is everything.
One: She had been born with a bad heart.
Explains the scars
And two: That was the first time it had ever been broken.
Ah yes, the third act breakup
Or I barely even know her.
Emphasis on this.
“Always.”
Chill out Snape
“I’m not your sweetheart,” she said. “We’ve been over this. You’re my everything.”
