Glass Sword (Red Queen #2)

Together we alternate back and forth, protecting our own retreat. When his flame falls, my lightning rises, and so on. Together, we have a chance.

I feel a brief twinge of satisfaction. His face does not match his confident drawl. There are bruise-like circles beneath his eyes, and a sheen of sweat coats his forehead. His mother’s death has taken its toll

on his head. When he steps into the starlight, I feel a brief twinge of satisfaction. His face does not match his confident drawl. There are bruise-like circles beneath his eyes, and a sheen of sweat coats his forehead. His mother’s death has taken its toll.
The hands around

Water streams between the points of his iron crown, into his eyes and mouth, into his collar, into the icy abyss that is his wasted heart. It goes red in color, turning from water
to my blood. He opens his mouth to taste it, and the teeth within are sharp, gleaming razors of white bone.

What if, what if, what if.

I can’t forget the shadow I thought him to be, the lost and forgotten prince. I wish that person were real. I wish he existed somewhere other than my memories.

Once, I thought I knew Cal’s heart, but now I realize that is impossible. No heart can ever be truly understood. Not even your own.

“We can’t choose who we love. I wish, more than anything, that we could.”

No heart can ever be truly understood. Not even your own.

No one is born evil, just like no one is born alone. They become
that way, through choice and circumstance. The latter you cannot con-
trol, but the former . . .