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“What are you doing?” One hand on his hip, he holds the drill up to me like I’ve just asked the most obvious question in the world. “Building a shelter.” My brow wrinkles as I hear him confirm what Billie and Mira guessed. “I thought you hated horses?” “I don’t hate horses.” Pippy snorts and bats her eyelashes at him. Another one down, apparently. “Okay. You said you don’t like horses.” “Yup.” He grunts as he turns his back on me and crouches down to line up two boards. “But I like you.”
― Elsie Silver, A Photo Finish

“There was no chance I’d have to marry him, no chance my actions would alter how he would treat me as a wife.”
― Danielle Lori, The Sweetest Oblivion

“Good. Because I want to make myself abundantly clear.” We’re so close. I can feel the entire length of his body covering mine. He teases me with the lightest brush of his lips against my ear as he drops his voice and holds me captive. “You are not the pawn, Mira. You are the prize.”
― Elsie Silver, The Front Runner

“I’m not sure of much in this world, Isla, but I am sure of this. My love for you doesn’t know reason. It doesn’t know limit. It doesn’t know death. In every universe, every timeline, I am yours . . . and you are mine.”
― Alex Aster, Skyshade