So do you come here often?” he asked in a slightly self-mocking way. I couldn’t help myself – I smiled. “see, you don’t even have to answer that, because I know all the trash cans in town, and while this is a very nice trash can, it doesn’t look like the kind of trash can a girl like you would normally scavenge from.” I opened my mouth to protest, but he went on. “Now, the trash cans on Seventh Street, those are some very nice trash cans.
I felt Mr. Smith’s pop bottle in my hand, and for a second I couldn’t remember why I would be carrying such a thing. I know. I’m almost ashamed of it now – the fact that ten seconds with a boy had driven my mission from my mind. But I did look at it, and I did remember who I was – why I was there – and I knew it was time to forget about boys and trash cans and cats named Suzie; I remembered what was real and what was legend.
For the first time he’s not looking at me like I’m dangerous. He’s looking at me like I’m broken. It’s a look I know too well.
You didn’t steal me,” he whispered, his face so close that she could feel the warmth of his breath. “You rescued me.” “Like Rapunzel?” she teased, and he kissed her again. And again. And again.
When I took aim at the very place Amirah had been just seconds before and pulled the trigger, I knew the risk. I knew the cost. And I would do it all over again in a heartbeat if I had to.
And then his arms were around me. When he kissed me it was hungrier somehow, as if this moment was all we had, and we had to taste it, drink it, savor it, and not waste a single drop.
I know too well how dangerous hope can be, how it grows and sometimes dies, taking its host with it.
But that’s the thing about being the girl who’s spent years convincing the world she’s not afraid of anything: At some point, someone is going to find out you’re afraid of everything.
But guilt isn’t smart. It isn’t logical. It doesn’t only live in the places it belongs.
The man is strong. He’s huge. But Alexei has something to fight for. And i realise with a start that the something is me. – Grace.
Hale would scold her if he heard her say it – even here, even now, in the middle of a con. But there was a part of Kat, deep down, that might have even thought it was true if she ever allowed herself to think about such things – if she could stop running, working, grifting long enough to wonder if she was really going to get away with stealing W. W. Hale V. But.
Every girl thinks about growing up in a palace. Few ever ponder living in a cage.
Well, technically, we’d be re-stealing them,” he said dryly. “It’s kind of like a double negative.
For how easy life must be for him. I wish I were bigger, stronger. Male. I wish I could make people stop worrying about me and my so called frailness.
I never leave the house with just one knife. Seriously. Do I look like a one-knife kind of girl?
And no matter how many people surround you, that is still the loneliest place on earth.
Switzerland didn’t exactly work out. Neither did France. Or Norway.” “Three schools?” Hale asked. “Well, technically, five schools – three countries.
It’s simple: just give the eyes something new to look at so that the mind doesn’t truly see.
Count me in, Kat.” He squeezed her tighter. “You should always count me in.” – W. W. Hale the Fifth.
It’s encrypted,” Bex hissed in frustration. “We risked our bloody necks and we can’t even read it. I tell you, I’m half tempted to break into CIA custody just so I can break Joe Solomon out of CIA custody just so I can break Joe Solomon.