I'll come back to you," I say. "I promise you, if it's the last thing I do, I'll come back to you." Her face is buried in my neck. She nods. "I'll count the minutes until you do." she says.

A wise man once told me that only by leaving someone good can you meet someone better.

She reaches up and pulls my face to her and kisses me, her soft lips on mine. I don't want her to stop kissing me. As long as she is, then everything is fine. Everything is right, I would stay in this room forever if I could. The world can pass by without me, without us. Just as long as we can stay here, together, in each other's arms.

I've been waiting a long to to meet you

I drop the other Chest to the ground in shock. "What number are you? I'm Four." He squints at me and then offers his hand. "I'm Nine. Good job staying alive, Number Four.

That's another one of Sandor's rules for hiding in plain sight: always appear to be weaker than I actually am. Never push it.

He says we need to live in the real world, where war and death are a reality, not pretend.