Brigid Kemmerer

I know exactly how she feels.”

The date of death hits me hard.

I’m so lucky to be on this crazy ride with you.
(Mostly because we keep each other from jumping off.)

the more people try to drag me out of it, the more I feel determined to dig my heels in and cling to the grooves in the dirt.

Never is always okay.

‘One who has unreliable friends may come to ruin, but there is a friend who sticks closer than a brother.’

One day isn’t your whole life

pulls back, then pats my belly. “Dabriel said that babies make you feel like you’re seasick sometimes, so—”

“No!” I say quickly, and I practically shove the little girl’s hand away from my belly. “No, I’m not pregnant.”

Dabriel looks back at me, then arches an eyebrow. “There’s no little princeling in there?”

“Absolutely not! We never—he never—” My cheeks must be on fire, and I clench my jaw. “No. There is not.”

“Then why did you vomit on Rian?”

“Because I hate him.”