Imme

“I'm sick to death of this particular self. I want another.”
― Virginia Woolf, Orlando

“Remember when we told each other no distractions?
Yes. He runs a blazing finger over my earrings, touching each one in turn.
Distract me.”
― Victoria Aveyard, King's Cage

“Three words, large enough to tip the world. I remember you.”
― V.E. Schwab, The Invisible Life of Addie LaRue

“Can I help you with something?" he asks. His lips twitch, fighting a losing battle against a wretched, playful grin.

I try to look cross with him, if only to keep up appearances. "You're supposed to be training."

"Worried I'm not getting enough exercise? I assure you, Mare," he says, winking, "we are."

It makes sense. Farley and Shade have been inseparable for a long while. Still, I gasp aloud, and swat his arm. "Shade Barrow!"

"Oh, come on, everyone knows. Not my fault you didn't figure it out.”
― Victoria Aveyard, Glass Sword