Tegan Stevenson

“To whom it may concern,
I don't know what brought you to this little shed, but I hope you'll be happy here - for however long you need to stay. I've taken the liberty of restocking the woodpile and bringing some new blankets and a few dishes, some matches and a mirror (because even though you may be the only person for twenty miles in any direction, most people feel better when they know what their hair looks like).
Help yourself to the canned goods - that's what they're here for.

But most of all, be careful and take care of this place. It's special to me.
Maddie
(and me, too - Logan)”
― Ally Carter, Not If I Save You First

“Dear Logan,
Someday I'm going to write a book: How Not to Die in Alaska - A Girl's Guide to Fashionable Survival.
I bet you don't know that a Kirby grip can make an excellent fishing hook. You may think you can use just any kind of mud for mud masks, but trust me, you CAN'T! In a pinch, nothing starts a fire like nail polish remover.
And don't even get me started on the lifesaving properties of a good pair of tights.
So I know a lot, in other words.
I just don't know why I'm still writing you these letters.”
― Ally Carter, Not If I Save You First

“Mad Dog."
Logan cupped her cheeks with his big, warm hands, made her look up into his eyes.
"You're my girl," he said, and then he kissed her, right there in front of their school and his Secret Service detail - right in front of the world. So she kissed him back again.
And again.
And again.
Until he pulled back and looked into her eyes. "If anything goes wrong in there, I'll save you."
She took his hand. "Not if I save you first.”
― Ally Carter, Not If I Save You First

“But Maddie walked to the side of the bridge, and then he saw a huge knife buried in the post, waiting.
"Stefan took your knife," he blurted like an idiot.
Maddie looked like she'd never been more insulted in her life. "I never leave the house with just one knife. Seriously. Do I look like a one-knife kind of girl?" She pulled it from the post and Logan could see the fire glistening off a long blade that could have easily sliced through those old ropes.”
― Ally Carter, Not If I Save You First