“Don't worry about me. I'll heal. Come on-" "Where are we going?" Luce asked. "The sun's about to rise," Daniel said, taking a small leather satchel from Phil. "And I figure you must be starving." Luce hadn't realized it, but… — Lauren Kate Copy Share Image
“Daniel pointed to a dense paragraph of text. Luce hadn't realized until then that the book was written in Latin. She recognized a few words from the years of Latin class she'd taken at Dover. Daniel had underlined and circled… — Lauren Kate Copy Share Image
