The Vanishing Girl

Because you are just a pawn. And a pawn can’t help but get played.

This is yours,” he said, pressing my hand more tightly to his chest. “And I don’t give it lightly.

Perv—I’ve gotten upgraded from stalker.' Wasn’t he the eternal optimist?

I love all of you Ember—the ferocious, beautiful girl I first laid eyes on, the fiery girl who punched me in the face when I threw off her sheets, the penitent girl I found curled up in the shower, the curious girl who questioned a wanted man’s guilt, the brave girl who pushed me down when she saw a gun, and the secretive girl who thinks she needs to carry the world on her shoulders.

God, he’s sexy. No wonder he was a little shit all the time.

Ember, the bad comes in with the good. And I want all of it—I want your secrets, your worry, your pain. I love you—you’re not alone in this life.

The government had been controlling my nightly visits.

They’d given me a blowtorch. Idiots.

Someone so annoying didn’t deserve to look that good.

I met his eyes. “Easily. I could love you easily.

eyebrows rose. “I’m just going to throw this out there, but I’m okay with being taken advantage of.

I never listened to those who told me about the dark side of loving your pair.

I love you too.” Funny how those words got easier to say the more I voiced them.

Guerilla warfare? I was in way over my head. I told myself that I could do this. It was guerilla warfare every time I went to sleep.

Caden might be my partner, but he was also the enemy.

Jesus. It was worth it,” Caden said, looking dazed and pleased.