Well...can't be any more dangerous than your crazy hospital break-in yeah?"-Tess (pg 59)

The memory fades, and I’m left hanging on to the ghosts of his words.

Everything I am familiar with is gone.

What a joke! Poor little rich girl's fallen in love with the Republic's most famous criminal.

We can heal. Perhaps we can return to that same place we once stood, when we were both young and innocent.

Where I come from, we're more about efficiency,' he replies. 'A knife like this'll skewer food, smear butter, and slit throats all at the same time.

My heart is ripped open, shredded, leaking blood. I can't let him leave like this. We've been through to much to turn into strangers.