“Zach,” I said as I lay there “Where did you go? When you were looking for me?”
I shifted in his arms, looked into his eyes.
“Crazy.” His voice was a whisper against my skin. “I went crazy.”
“You know,' I whispered, 'some girls might think it's creepy having a boy watch them sleep.'
He smirked and pointed to himself. 'Spy.'
'Oh.' I nodded. 'Right. So you're a trained Peeping Tom.'
'Product of the best peeping academies in the country.'
'Well, now I feel much better.'
'You should.”
“Listen to me." He grabbed my arms, holding me there. " I couldn't find you. And I will never forgive myself for that. Ever.”
“He was beside me then, his arms wrapped around me, holding me tightly.
"I'm not crazy," I whispered.
"I know."
Believe it or not, that's the most romantic thing Zachary Goode ever told me.
And I kind of loved him for it.”
“So you just...left?'
Zach huffed. 'All the cool kids are doing it.”
“Life is classified. There is always so much that goes unsaid.”
“Excuse me, Abigail, but whose shift did she get away during?' Townsend asked with a glare.
'Excuse me, Townsend, but who was supposed to booby-trap the doors?'
'I'm an agent of Her Majesty's Secret Service,' Townsend said, indignant. 'I do not do booby traps.”
“Look at the way the walls curve,' Macey said, her gaze panning around the strangely shaped room. 'it's almost like...'
'The library,' Liz said, and immediately I knew that she was right. It was exactly like the library at the Gallagher Academy, from the position of the fireplace to the tall windows that overlooked the grounds.
'How do you know?' Zach asked.
Liz looked totally insulted. 'Because...uh...library.'
'Okay.' Zach threw up his hands. 'Point taken.”
“Townsend shrugged. 'With all due respect to the good doctor, I highly suspect he's a moron.”
“Excuse me, but aren't boys forbidden on this floor?' Macey said on our way to the suite.
'That's the advantage of being the only boy,' he (Zach) said. 'No one actually comes right out and makes rules like that.”
“It's not Cam's fault," Bex told her. "We rigged her bed so that if she gets up, I get an electric shock."
"Liz designed it," Macey said, and Bex shrugged
"We told you we were taking precautions."
Of course. Because at Gallagher Academy, "precautions" usually equals "voluntary shock therapy".”
“Do you know what pain is, Cammie? It’s the
body’s physical response to imminent harm.
It is the mind’s way of telling us to move our
hand off the stove or let go of the broken
glass.”
“The older I got, the smarter my teachers became.”
“Sometimes the biggest lies we tell are to ourselves.”
“Acting like you don’t care is a whole lot easier when you don’t care”
“So you're Zach." Townsend didn't even try to hide the judgement in his voice as he looked Zach up and down in some sort of silent but dangerous examination.
Zach huffed but smiled. "so you're Townsend."
The two of them stared for a long time, wordless. It felt like I was watching a documentary on the Nature Channel, something about alpha males in the wild.”
“Now I know that, from this point on, we'll be the ones doing the chasing.
And Iike it.”
“You are back, Cam. Which means for the first time since you left, it's okay for us to be mad at you for leaving.
- Macey”
“Abby must have been the one who found the safe house, because Townsend didn't like it.
"The building across the street is under construction," he snarled as soon as we'd carried our bags inside.
"The elevator has key card access, and I've hacked into the surveillance cameras from every system on the block," Abby argued. "We have a three-hundred-sixty-degree visual."
"Excellent." Townsend dropped his bag. "Now the circle can see us from every angle."
"Don't mind Agent Townsend, girls," Abby told us. "He's a glass-half-empty kind of spy."
"Also known as the good kind," he countered.
Abby huffed.”
“You might think being the target of an international terrorist organization, an amnesiac, and a girl with hair dyed in the middle of the night by Macey McHenry would make people stare at you. Well, try walking into the Grand Hall with seriously puffy eyes while holding hands. With a boy.”
“Of course. Because at the Gallagher Academy, "precautions" usually equals "voluntary shock therapy.”
“Waffles. Im craving waffles."
Bex rolled onto her side. "Tell your waffles hi for me.”
“I'm fine I said for the 2,467th time this semester. (I know. I was keeping count)”
“But I wasn't the girl I'd been when I left, and I knew it.”
“Time, Ms. McHenry," Townsend said. "It can be a cruel, cruel thing”
“I'm an agent of Her Majesty's Secret Service. I do not do booby traps.”
“Waiting. Like it or not, it's a skill all spies have to master eventually.”
“Whatever pain meds Dr. Steve was taking for his shoulder, they must have been the strong ones. I mean the really strong ones, because he had gotten two of his shirt buttons in the wrong holes, spilled coffee all over his sling, and he was grinning like he was six years old and someone had just given him a puppy.”
“[...] he would see that birth and death were only two tremendous moments in an eternal waking, and his face would glow with amazement as he understood this; he would feel - gently he grasped the copper handle of the door - the warmth of the mountains, woods, rivers and valleys, would discover the hidden depths of human existence, would finally understand that the unbreakable ties that bound him to the world were not imprisoning chains and condemnation but a kind of clinging to an indestructible sense that he had a home; and he would discover the enormous joys of mutuality which embraced and animated everything: rain, wind, sun and snow, the flight of a bird, the taste of fruit, the scent of grass; and he would suspect that his anxieties and bitterness were merely cumbersome ballast required by the live roots of his past and the rising airship of his certain future, and, then - he started opening the door - he would finally know that our every moment is passed in a procession across dawns and day's-ends of the orbiting earth, across successive waves of winter and summer, threading the planets and the stars. Suitcase in hand, he stepped into the room and stood there blinking in the half-light.”
“I’m going to eat you for dessert.’
‘Not here!’
‘Here, Katherine. That’s why I’m making room.’
‘People might come in…”
“A realization washed over her in that cold, dark space: this was how virtually all living things born on earth have died—with teeth tearing through their muscle and bones. We humans have computers and soap and houses but it doesn't change the fact that everything that walks is nothing but food for something else.”
“TWELVE-YEAR-OLD TRIAL PRODIGY JUNE IPARIS BECOMES YOUNGEST STUDENT EVER ADMITTED TO DRAKE UNIVERSITY, TO BE OFFICIALLY INDUCTED NEXT WEEK.”
“It's okay to fall apart, Gavin.”
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