Haven (After the Plague, #5)

by Imogen Keeper

Kids have an innate talent for slipping under your skin. They fall asleep on you once, and you’re changed. They trip and skin their knee, look frantically around, panicked, and relax the second their eyes find you, and you’re done. They slip a hand into yours, look at you with eyes full of trust and hope and promise and unpolluted love, and you’re theirs forever.