Ro blinked. “Wow! Okay – I officially take back every bad thing I’ve ever said about your Councillors! They’re my heroes! All hail the sparkle-fied twelve for breaking up the Great Fitzphie!

All the times I imagined this moment, I never got it right. Her lips are sweeter and softer, and they fit against mine like we were formed that way. Everything about us matches. Our breathing. Our movements. And the heat. The delicious fire that ripples through my body before it rushes back to hers. She clings to me as hard as I cling to her, her hands sliding down my back as I grab her waist and press her against me, so there’s no space between us. I’ll never let anything separate us.

They didn’t break me,” she said again. “They’ll never break me.

He grabbed her arms to steady her. “It’s ok, Sophie. I’m here to help you. We’ve been looking for you for twelve years.

Embrace the sparkles, Foster,” Keefe told her. “They look good on you.

Tell my dad... that I’ve been hiding his favorite cape in a closet on the twenty-ninth floor. But don’t tell him the door is rigged with gulon gas. Let him find that out on his own.

Ordinarily, I’d be skeptical,” he said, smoothing the edges of his simple gray cloak. “But you’ve always had a gift for making the impossible possible, so I guess we’ll find out – assuming you’re still up for it.

But, I also think this is one of those ‘the enemy of my enemy is my friend’ kind of deals. Or is it ‘my enemy isn’t my enemy if they’re also my enemy’s enemy’?

What was that?” Keefe asked. “Did the Mysterious Miss F. just agree that I’m a genius? Because that’s what I heard! And it’s filled my heart with all the warmest, softest fuzzies.

She knew everyone needed her to be brave. But she needed to stay far, far away.