She smoothed her skirt around her knees. “This Scarlet … you’re in love with her, aren’t you?â€
He froze, becoming stone still. As the hover climbed the hill to the palace, his shoulders sank, and he returned his gaze to the window. “She’s my alpha,†he murmured, with a haunting sadness in his voice.
— Marissa Meyer
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