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340 pages, Hardcover
First published May 13, 2014
Wren was silent.
She stood completely still next to me, staring straight ahead with that look she got sometimes, like she was either happy or plotting to kill someone. Either way, I loved that look.
"Tonight, when you get back, let's do this," he said, pulling away slightly and kissing my cheek. "No more attacking or socializing or hunting. Just this."
“I sort of liked the sound of bones breaking. It was like home.”
~Thank you Allen and Unwin for sending me this copy!~
Dear Callum, You are cordially invited to a party (in my pants). Can I keep you?
He studied me for a moment, his face serious, and I swallowed as I prepared for the worst.
He ran his hand beneath my hair and tilted my head up, planting a soft kiss on my lips, and I took in a surprised breath.
“I was thinking tonight that maybe it’s unfair for me to tell you how to feel,” he said quietly.
I pressed my hand to his chest, playing with the fabric of his shirt. I didn’t know what to say to that, so I kept quiet. Maybe it was unfair.
“And I like you because you’re funny and strong and different and–”
“Stop,” I said, ducking my head closer to his chest as my cheeks started burning.
“You’re the one who accused me of not liking who you are,” he said with a laugh. “I’m listing what I like.”
–quote taken from an ARC of Rebel, pgs. 148-149