Now I know that, from this point on, we'll be the ones doing the chasing. And Iike it.

So the quesiton is," Bex said slowly,"How far are you willing to go?" I looked at my three best friends in the world. "How far is there?

Did you hear that? I'm special.

He looked as though I'd just run over his pet puppy (though no actual puppies were harmed in the formation of that metaphor).

the only way Bex would miss this would be if she were unconscious. And tied up. And in a concrete bunker. In Siberia.

And as every spy knows, common enemies are how allies always begin.

Do you know what pain is, Cammie? It’s the body’s physical response to imminent harm. It is the mind’s way of telling us to move our hand off the stove or let go of the broken glass.