It had been wishful thinking, plain and simple, dangerous for me to indulge in. Hope, happiness and freedom were not in my future.

“Run,” he whispered. “Run.” “No, Rand,” I said, brushing the dirt from his face. “I’m tired of running.” “Forgive me, please.” He clutched my hand as his eyes beseeched me through tears of pain. “You’re forgiven.” He sighed once, then stopped breathing. The shine in his brown eyes dulled. I pulled his hood over his head.

But you've slipped under my skin, invaded my blood and seized my heart.

When the effort fails, is it worth the cost?

Maximum damage. It was the beginning of the end. Either we would fail or not. At least we could say we tried.

Nothing like having a warrant for your execution to get a girl motivated.

His words sliced through my heart, cutting it into little pathetic pieces.