You should have taken me with you," I whisper to him. Then I lean my head against his and begin to cry. In my mind, I make a silent promise to my brother's killer. I will hunt you down. I will scour the streets of Los Angeles for you. Search every street in the Republic if I have to. I will trick you and deceive you, lie, cheat and steal to find you, tempt you out of your hiding place, and chase you until you have nowhere else to run. I make you this promise: your life is mine.
Marie LuBoys are different from girls, but boys are also different from other boys, just as girls are different from other girls. Calling a book โfor boysโ or โfor girlsโ is well-meaning, but to me, not terribly helpful.
Marie LuI could be compassionate, if I wanted. Metias would be merciful. But I was never as good a person as my brother.
Marie LuDay appears again. This time he leans in close enough for his hair to brush, light as silk, against my cheeks. He pulls me towards for a long kiss. The scene vanishes, replaced abruptly by a stormy night and Day struggling through the rain, blood dripping from his leg and leaving a trail behind him. He collapses onto his knees in front of Razor before the whole scene disappears again.
Marie Lu