At times like this, Eryn didn't feel like they were just twins. They were teammates. They were partners. They were two halves of the same brain.

I turn around, remembering again that we got made together, cell for cell. We were keeping wach other company when we didn't have any eyes or hands. Before our soul even got delivered.

There is nothing more valuable than the printed word.

I want to Live! Not Die, Not Hide, LIVE!

Maybe everyone is just waiting for someone else to save them.

Oh, Myr," he chokes out. "I hate having to ask this of you..."
He glances towards the car again, and I crouch down in the shadows, hoping it's too dark for him to see whether the window is open or closed. The woman pats his arm, cradling her hand against his elbow.
"You know I'd do anything for you and Hil," she says. I like her voice. It's throaty and rich.
"You'd do anything?" my father repeats numbly. "Even now? After -?"
"Even now," the woman says firmly.