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She feels him scoot closer, the heat of him radiating off his chest and absorbing into her skin. His legs straddle her from behind, and he places delicate kisses along her shoulder, her back, the very center of her spine. Each time is like an electric current surging through her, soul stirring and lovely.

Cat's heated gaze meets mine, and she smiles. Another piece of my heart is hers.

I hadn't yet come to terms with the man my father was, or the lives he'd destroyed. But I accepted that he was part of me, and that he'd loved me once.

You could've at least let me know you weren't dead by the way. I was actually kind of sad about that." "That's a pretty incredible sentiment, coming from you.

You didn__ tell Summer about it, did you?___hat?_ Gage scoffs. __eah, telling your girlfriend the Angel of Death might visit her if some switch is flipped is normal pillow talk.

We could adopt. there are lots of kids out there who could grow up to hate us as much as any kid we could make

Landon drops the bloody knife and stares at Summer like he doesn__ even know her anymore. The truth is, she__l never be the girl she was seven months ago. Too much has happened. Too much has changed.__hy__ you do that?_ Summer cries.__o save you,_ he says.But there__ nothing left to save.

Dreams deny her the freedom she truly seeks. Darkness consumes. Leg muscles burn. She runs away, even while lost in the paradise of sleep. Gravity is a crushing force bearing down on her chest, shattering wings and refusing her flight. A whisper in her mind. You don__ belong here.

I sort of liked the sound of bones breaking. It was like home.

Dammit, Gage. What the hell were you thinking?___ wasn__,_ he shouts. __ was upset she wanted to stay, and I lost it.__than scoffs. __eah, you did._____ an idiot.___eah, you are.___hut up.

He__ focused on something__r someone__ver her shoulder.The harmonious warbling of the rainforest morphs into organized disarray, as if a primitive maestro has thrown conducting to the wind and let Mother Nature take over. Birds trill a warning as the breeze rustles the plant life. Wings flutter overhead. A crescendo of stridulation changes tempo, the insects seemingly performing a sonata as the rhythm shifts yet again.__hat__ho is it?_ Summer asks in a strained whisper.His gaze lands on her, his brows furrowing. __he Forsaken.

When I see your scars, do I want to erase them? Absolutely. But not your physical scars. The real ones, beneath the surface. The ones that compel you to stay silent or force you to cringe. Those are the scars I want to obliterate._ His finger circles the dip of a burn mark on her forearm. __his is a battle trophy and nothing to be ashamed of. Every one of your scars makes you more beautiful to me.

I don't like you, Park. I think I live for you. I don't think I even breathe when we're not together. Which means when I see you on Monday morning, it's been like sixty hours since I've taken a breath. That's probably why I'm so crabby, and why I snap at you. All I do when we're apart is think about you, and all I do when we're together is panic. Because every second feels so important. And because I'm so out of control, I can't help myself. I'm not even mine anymore, I'm yours, and what if you decide that you don't want me? How could you want me like I want you?

Calling a book "Young Adult" is just a fancy way of saying the book is censored.

Maybe the Society was right all along. From the very beginning, that__ what they called her. A time bomb.Tick, tick, tick.

I thought it was just him,_ she says, ignoring him. __ut then I found out I had the same effect, which means the Society did something to my head too.__age__ eyes close, horror washing over him. __ou really do love him.___es. No. I don__ know._ Her cries start up again, piercing his heart. __age, help me.___ love you,_ he says, holding her closer. __hat__ real.

Just in case you__e wondering,_ Gage says, breaking the silence, __his alliance of ours doesn__ mean I like you.___eeling__ mutual._ Julian tosses him a disdainful look.

I__ sorry,_ he says. No two words were ever truer.Still, she says nothing. Once a shield, now her taciturnity is brandished like a blade, carving away his sanity. She__ the flaw in the paragon of life__he reason angels choose to dive to their downfalls in fiery comets of stardust.