“We’ve got an hour,” Rafe says, flicking on the lights and striding into the room. “Let’s go.” “Wait, what is this?” I ask, looking around, confused. “Look at it as…extra credit,” Jesse says, turning to grin at Ben and me as he walks backwards into the room after Rafe. “You both need the extra w

I bite my lip, hoping to hell that I get sorted into the espionage track. Because while I am clearly not a warrior – I don’t have the brute strength for that – the hours spent learning how to spy, or to craft poisons, or become an expert sharpshooter, or a master of any variety of tiny, obscure weap

I smile as I go, though, because it looks kind of cool and spooky – like running through a cloud. I start to look forward to breakfast now as I crest the final hill, wondering if Jesse is going to fall face-down into his eggs like he used to do when we were preteens and he was going through a grow

I’m sobbing now too, shaking my head at him, guilt filling every pocket of my being. “I’m sorry,” I cry, shaking my head. “Fuck, Ariel,” Rafe gasps, and then he pulls me to him, his arms around me tight. “I love you so much – I’ve always loved you, even when you’re so fucking annoying I want to th

“Fine, Rafe,” I sigh, scowling and pulling away from him, knowing it’s logical but hating the way he pulls his big brother card and bosses me around. “Can we get to breakfast? Jesse’s going to start to freak out.” “Fine,” Rafe growls, grabbing my jacket and tugging me close to his side. “Let me