The window can be fixed, Katerina. I’m far more concerned about him.
I’m sorry if I’m not flirting with you. I’m kind of spoken for.
Hale looked at Macey, who added, “Seven minutes since shots fired.” “Kat what’s the emergency response tie in Midtown Manhattan?” “Not long enough if they want a clean exit,” she told him. Macey hadn’t heard Kat’s words, but she looked at Hale like she’d read his mind.
Macey couldn’t decide whether to be intrigued that Hale was walking around with a state-of-the-art covert communications device or be jealous because she’d been caught without one of her own.
Or maybe crying is like everything else we do- it’s best if you don’t get caught.
Sitting there that day, I knew that the only thing I could do was keep putting one foot in front of the other, hoping none of the secrets on my shoulders would make me lose my balance.
Two days after my dad’s funeral, my mom went on a mission. I never understood it until then – that sometimes a spy doesn’t need a cover so much as she needs a shield.
Crouched on the roof between BEx and Liz, I wasn’t a girl who had just broken up with her boyfriend; I looked at my watch and check my gear instead of crying. I had a mission objective and not a broken heart.
Should alcoholics go to liquor stores?
You know, it’s okay to admit a little weakness now and then, Cammie. It won’t kill you. In fact, I hear it makes you stronger.
I don’t understand hate. I’ve seen its power. I’ve known its wrath. I’ve even felt it coursing through my veins, pushing me on. But I don’t know where it comes from or why it lasts, how it can take hold in some people and grow.
And I remembered with a pang what had happened to me the previous summer – that even Gallagher Girls aren’t always as strong as they need to be.
So I stepped away, reminding myself that when you’re a spy, sometimes all you can do is go on. One foot in front of the other, wherever the narrow path might lead.
That’s the thing about spies. Most of the secrets we keep are from each other.
But I should have known that it doesn’t take that long for change to happen – it takes a second.
Turns out, you can take the girl out of the spy school, but you can never take the spy school out of the girl.
Despite popular belief, hitting someone with a closed fist actually hurts the hitter almost as much as the hittee.
Sleep every chance you get. Eat every chance you get. Those were two of the many lessons that Kat learned at her father’s knee and her uncle’s table.
The older generation sat looking at the younger, and Kat wondered exactly when and how the baton had been passed. She wanted to know if it was too late to give it back.
The Bagshaws aren’t boys. They’re bombs with very colorful fuses.