Marie Lu

I lean my head against my knee and close my eyes. Even the illusion of June is enough to send a stabbing pain through my chest. Hell. I miss her so much.

I smile bitterly at him, then weave an illusion of his face across my own. Raffaele__ expression flickers in surprise for a moment before settling back into its pool of calm. __hey may have a hard time finding me,_ I reply.Raffaele gives me a tight smile in return. __o not underestimate your enemies, Your Majesty,_ he says.

What is the point of searching for love, when love is nothing but an illusion?

What if you are wrong? What if the gods sent you, and indeed the rest of us, not because we were never meant to be, but because we were always meant to be?

I'm not loyal enough to the Republic to stamp that loyalty right on my face. Leave that to June.

Logic will save you when nothing else will.

Sorry, always sorry. What in the world can you buy with an apology?

But you can__ give them everything they want__hey will always want more than they have.

If Metias joined the Patriots, he'd be a Hacker too. If he were alive.

Metias is gone again. He is always gone.

I stare at him, trying to comprehend what he__ done. He saved Magiano from falling overboard. He saved me. He is taking this mission seriously, however much he loathes us.__aybe next time,_ he says to me with that smile, __ou won__ be so lucky.

Let go of me,_ I choke out, clawing blindly at Teren. The sharp tang of blood suddenly fills my nostrils, and I realize that it is from his wrists, spreading a film of scarlet around us. Somewhere ahead, the silhouette of our ship looms. We are getting closer.__ wish I could,_ Teren spits, dripping venom. __here__ nothing I__ like to see more than you in the Underworld, Adelina.__is words spark my fury. He never intended to finish this journey with you. Teren grips my arm again so hard that I scream in pain. He is pulling us both toward the ship, his face set in grim determination.Then I hear him shout, __ut I won__.__ut I won__. My fury wavers, turning into bewilderment.

How can the boy who stirred an entire nation be dying?

I don't want--to go--I don't want--to leave you--Eden--

It means, Day, that you're dying.

I love you," I whisper over and over again. "Don't go," I close my eyes. My tears fall on his cheeks.

The fire in you burns as fiercely as it did when I first met you.

No one wants you to be yourself. They want you to be the version of yourself that they like