Darling, I may have to work late, so I might not be here when you get back. I hope you had a great time in North Korea and disabled a lot of nuclear weapons. With all my love, Josh.
My breath is coming too hard. I want to cry. To scream. To die.
I shouldn’t be alive.
So you did come back. – To Cam.
The odds of bringing her back alive increase by twenty-seven percent if Bex and Macey go. – Liz.
This is her world. Her domain. Politics and intricate back-alley deals, trade alliances formed over champagne and shrimp cocktail.
They did not, however, bring the necessary equipment for killing spiders.
I know there are other couples around us, but they feel like distant blurs. Only Alexei is solid and sure. Between my tight dress and aching feet and swirling head, he may be the only thing keeping me steady.
If Ioseph Cavan’s followers want to settle the score with Gillian Gallagher’s great-great-granddaughter, then they’re going to have to deal with all of us. – Cam.
As I thought of Boston; as I heard the words “get her” one more time; as I realised that Macey hadn’t been the only Gallagher Girl on the roof that day.
Kiss me, Zach.” I pressed up against him, cold and alone. I didn’t want to fight. I wanted to be warm and safe again, “Kiss me.
I wondered if I had ever been that small. I saw the innocence in their eyes, and I knew somehow that I would never feel that way again. I’d seen too much – I knew too little.
Strapless bras? Well let’s just say, I’m the kind of girl who likes things sufficiently strapped.
Honor is overrated.
Sometimes the sexism in this country amazes me, but then I remembered that society’s tendency to underestimate women is a Gallagher Girl’s greatest weapon...
Let’s have a baby, Abs. We’ve taken down terrorist cells. Surely we can handle one little baby. Spies.
MTV will lead us to believe that the B word has become a term of endearment or slang among equals, but I still mainly think of it as the insult of choice for the inarticulate.
He didn’t need to find a way into the Gallagher Academy, he told himself. He’d be walking through the front doors soon enough.
She draped her arm through mine, and, as we walked, I was sure she probably looked chic and cool and European. I felt slow and clumsy and American.
You’re going to have to find another way to your room... Oh, and Cameron, dear, please make sure your alternative route doesn’t involve crawling inside any walls.