Marie Lu

She’s June, I tell myself on repeat. My lips work greedily along her neck, tasting smoke and perfume

The one who actually matters to you.”
My cheeks warm at the taunt in his voice. “June?”

Please, let it be her.
Did her voice always have this effect on me

He stood close enough so that if I wanted to, I could tilt my face up and accidentally brush my lips against his. My heartbeat quickened at the thought

He’ll listen to you.I closed my eyes and bowed my head. I didn’t want to admit it, but I knew that Anden was right

capital. Just the thought of seeing him again leaves my heart pounding, aching from his absence in my life