Jen (jenslostinthepages) ♥Star-Crossed Book Blog♥

It isn’t disease that’s contagious in my ward, Captain. It’s dissent . Anarchy and rebellion spread like a wildfire.

Death had come for me, with wavy black hair and wicked green eyes.

Every time I thought I’d reached the limit of how much one living being could detest another, he went and proved to me that I was capable of so much more.

Fisher drew his bottom lip into his mouth, eyes the softest I’d ever seen them. Gently, he gathered the flyaway hair that had escaped my braid and carefully swept it behind my ear. “ Breathe , Little Osha.”

I was going to shank him in the neck with my very dull butter knife. Then he’d see how proficient I was with a blade.