I shift from one foot to the other, trying to get a good look at him. When I finally do, I look away. His eyes were already on me, probably drawn by my nervous movement.
Veronica RothHe seems designed specifically for speed and deadly accuracy. But not strength, not particularly-he is smart, but not strong. Only strong enough to carry me.
Veronica RothHis eyes search the crowd until they find my face. My heartbeat lives in my throat; lives in my cheeks. "I still don't understand," he says softly, "how she knew that it would work.
Veronica RothWhy are you constantly escorting me places?โ I say. โIsnโt there a depraved activity youโre supposed to be taking part in? Kicking puppies or spying on girls while they change, or something?
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