“Thanks, Cal. I think he gets it,” I say, speaking for Maven. His” — Victoria Aveyard Copy Share Image
“Something about my unease sets Cal on edge. “Is Maven the only thing you’re worried about?” Not” — Victoria Aveyard Copy Share Image
“We’ve taken everything from her, brother,” Maven murmurs, drawing close. “Surely we can give her this?” And then slowly, reluctantly, Cal nods… — Victoria Aveyard Copy Share Image
“No wonder they mistake this for peace. I want to scream at every Red face I pass. I want to carve the words on… — Victoria Aveyard Copy Share Image
I don't want to lose too much of the mystery by hammering every detail to death. — Victoria Aveyard Copy Share Image
“This is for a broadcast. Thousands, millions, will see this. “Don’t” — Victoria Aveyard Copy Share Image
“When are you going to realize that every word out of my mouth was a lie?” “We” — Victoria Aveyard Copy Share Image
