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They claim he is an addict. His drug of choice is his power.
They say his rigid self-control is the only thing that will save him.
Four years ago, a single moment of distraction cost Quinn Loukas his freedom.
Held as a captive of the Immortal organization known as Soma, the power that seduces him is now in the hands of another. If Livia discovers what he is truly capable of, she will turn him into the monster Quinn fears is lurking deep inside his soul. His only hope is to escape before she has that chance. But there are others at Soma. Those he's grown to care for and refuses to leave behind.
Thousands of miles away in India, Sasha blames herself for the capture of the boy she's loved nearly all her life. As she and her family work to bring Quinn home, Sasha is caught up on a journey of her own that will take her far from everything she ever thought she wanted. Drafted by the Senate into a brutal training program, Sasha begins to discover who she truly is and how little control she has over her own destiny.
Sasha and Quinn have always shared a special bond, but with their lives moving in opposite directions can they ever go back to the way they were?
Or is there something much more complicated about the future of their relationship?
Fans of dark fantasy, twisty plots, and fated romance will devour this highly original, dark and gritty tale of Immortality, deception and lies.
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Captive - Melissa A. Craven
RIGVEDA
We have drunk Soma and become immortal; we have attained the light, the Gods discovered. Now what may foeman’s malice do to harm us? What, O Immortal, mortal man’s deception?
—Rigveda 8.48.3
CHAPTER ONE
SASHA
The Springtime Ball - Cleveland, Ohio
Y ou think Allie’s face will freeze like that?
Sasha cheered with the crowd for their reluctant queen of the Springtime Ball.
Is she pissed or excited? I can’t tell which,
Quinn said as he wrapped his arms around Sasha’s waist.
I’m going with sixty-percent pissed and forty-percent confused.
Sasha leaned back against him, enjoying his closeness. For however long it lasts this time. They could never seem to get on the same page in their rocky relationship, but she couldn’t imagine spending this night with anyone else. Even nearly a year after they ended their relationship … again.
Our Allie is really not the prom queen sort, is she?
Quinn laughed.
There’s something about those two together, though,
Sasha said as her brother and her best friend stepped onto the dance floor.
You think they’ll ever figure it out?
They’ll get there.
Sasha smiled.
Will we?
Quinn’s breath was warm against her ear and his clean, masculine scent of birch and tea tree sent her pulse racing the way it always did when he was close.
Of course we will.
Sasha turned in his arms, the rush of all her old feelings coming back. Not that they’d ever really left. There was a time when she was convinced she would spend her life with her first love. Sometimes she still believed Quinn was her Complement and that the source of all their trouble was that they were just too young. Maybe they would be ready for it one day. She could wait.
Dance with me?
Quinn asked, taking her hand in his.
They moved to the dance floor to join the crowd circling Allie and Aidan.
Sometimes I wonder why we’re so good together when we’re not together,
Quinn said, wrapping his arm around her waist.
"And so terrible for each other when we are together?" She added.
We’re ridiculous.
Quinn twirled her around and dipped her until the tips of her hair brushed the floor. His smile was brighter than she’d seen it in a long time.
We should see a shrink.
She laughed, determined to enjoy the evening and not let their past drama spoil anything. What made you ask me to the dance?
It was a risk. They’d both known going into this night that it would stir up a past probably best left buried.
I made you a promise.
That was ages ago, Quinn. I was just thirteen.
She stared into his dark blue eyes, unable to believe he actually remembered a silly old promise from when they were kids.
And seven feet tall with giant clown feet.
His laughter rumbled in his chest as he held her a little too closely. So worried no one would ever ask you to the junior ball because you were head and shoulders above the rest of us.
Quinn Loukas, you take that back. I do not have big feet!
You grew into your height, Sasha. But you still have clown feet.
You know I’m armed, right?
She scowled at him.
Ah, you know you’re gorgeous. Always have been.
I’m glad you kept your promise … and glad you finally got as tall as me.
Walk with me?
He pulled her toward the gardens, away from the glittering dance floor. I could do with a little quiet and some fresh air.
Sasha followed him through the double doors and into the chilly spring evening, wondering if her heart could handle it if they tried to go down that road again and failed.
What are we doing, Sash?
Quinn sighed as they strolled along the winding pathway, avoiding the other couples seeking a quiet moment away from the revelry inside.
Enjoying the ball. Let’s not make it more complicated than that.
Her heart wanted to gallop right over the cliff with him the way they always did, but her head cautioned her to take it slow. They’d hurt each other too many times to make the same mistakes again.
The last thing I ever want is to hurt you. We suck at relationships, but ‘just friends’ … it’s not enough. I miss you, Sasha.
I miss you too. But I … won’t go through that again—not until we’re both ready to do it right. Let’s enjoy tonight and not make any promises we can’t keep.
They were always so drawn to each other like moths to a flame, but at the same time, they clashed like opposites. The constant battle of their relationship was exhausting. They were better as friends, but he was right, it wasn’t enough.
If tonight is all we have, then let’s make it worth it.
Quinn pulled her into the shadows, and the warmth of his cloaking gift enveloped them. In an instant they were wrapped up in their own little world, oblivious of anyone or anything going on around them.
When his lips found hers, it was like everything clicked into place and Sasha’s world made sense again—in the way it only did when they were together like this. But this was never their problem. This was the one thing they were good at.
His hands slid down to her waist, his touch so familiar and, as it so often was with him, a little bit dangerous. Something powerful and angry fueled his power … and his passion. With the vine-covered brick wall at her back, and the wall of Quinn’s chest pressing against her, Sasha rushed headlong into all those old feelings. The concerns, the hesitations, all the reasons they shouldn’t be doing this—she’d think about all those things tomorrow. But for this one night, she just wanted to focus on the boy she’d loved all her life. Consequences be damned.
Sasha,
Quinn whispered, his lips trailing down her throat. I love you. That has never changed and it’s the one thing you can always count on from me.
I know. And I love you too. That’s always been the easy part for us,
she said, letting her hands wander over his shoulders.
Sasha! Quinn?
Aidan burst into the garden. We’ve got company.
He whirled around, searching for them. Where are you?
Here.
Quinn gave Sasha one last kiss and stepped away, letting the illusion of their invisibility fall away.
What kind of company?
Sasha asked, smoothing her hands over her dress, glancing around for mortal ears.
Coalition.
Aidan took off toward the edge of the gardens and through the gate leading into the alley. Quinn fell in right beside him as Sasha followed.
I swear to God, you hurt my sister again and we’re done,
Aidan said.
Quinn nodded. He would take the threat seriously. It was just the kind of guy he was.
How about you let me handle my own love life?
Sasha said. We’ve got bigger things to worry about right now. What are we up against?
Allie and two Coalition. Front of the building.
Aidan stopped short at the sound of gunfire as a bullet hit the brick wall behind him, just missing his head. Quinn pulled them behind the cover of the dumpsters.
Aidan? What’s going on?
Vince called in the darkness. Where’s Allie?
He ran to catch up with them. Was that gunfire?
He joined them behind the dumpsters.
At the same moment, two Coalition men stepped into the alley from the rear of the conference center next door.
Sasha was on the verge of panic, but she looked to her brother for direction. Aidan was always quick to step into the leadership role. He would know what to do.
Quinn, go after Allie, now,
Aidan said. Sasha, get past these thugs and circle the building. Get them to follow you. I’ll handle Vince and meet you in the front in two minutes. Let’s box these guys in.
I don’t need to be handled,
Vince said. But someone needs to tell me what’s going on. Where is Allie?
Be careful, Sasha.
Quinn turned and darted around the dumpsters, disappearing under the cloak of his gift.
Sasha ran straight for the men at the back of the alley, ducking under an arm and turning with a swift kick to disarm him. She fled down the back path along the rocky lakeshore, just beneath the gardens, hoping the men would follow her. Sasha was fast. She could easily outrun them and get back to Quinn before this turned ugly.
Just as she rounded the corner of the building, she heard another gunshot and chanced a glance over her shoulder to see the two men were trailing far behind. Sasha slowed, giving them the illusion that they might be able to catch her.
She circled to the front of the building and flung herself against the brick. The men following came flying around the corner a moment later. With them ahead of her now, she could finish boxing them in.
But the Coalition agents didn’t seem to be looking for her.
No,
Sasha whispered as the men piled into a van.
Nice!
Quinn’s voice echoed across the empty parking lot. Your aim sucks, Allie. How’d you manage that?
Progress under pressure, I suppose.
Allie stepped up beside Quinn, facing the Coalition man in front of them. But they didn’t see the van heading straight for their backs.
Quinn!
Sasha shrieked at the same moment she heard Allie’s anguished cry.
Aidan! No!
Allie fell to her knees. Aidan, please!
Allie! What’s wrong?
Quinn shouted, not hearing Sasha’s warning cry.
He didn’t even see it coming. Leaning from the open door of the van, the Coalition man struck him with the butt of his knife and Quinn went down hard.
No!
Sasha cried an instant later when the collar snapped around Quinn’s throat.
She started running, heedless of her own safety.
Sasha, no!
Graham crashed through the front door of the banquet hall and pulled her back into the shadows just as one of the Coalition cracked a bat across Allie’s back. She looked like a broken doll, sprawled on the pavement as another man slipped a collar around her throat.
Let me go, Graham!
Sasha struggled against him. We have to help.
The best thing we can do for them is escape the same fate so we can go after them later.
She knew he was right, but as she watched them heft Quinn’s lifeless body into the van, she couldn’t sit back and let it happen.
Where’s Aidan? We have to do something!
She jerked free of Graham’s hold and ran, stumbling to her knees as the van’s tail lights faded in the distance. There was nothing any of them could do.
Quinn!
Her shrieks ripped from her throat like shards of broken glass.
Sasha, get it together. My brother needs you.
Graham grabbed her shoulders and pulled her to her feet.
How did this happen?
She shook her head, refusing to believe Allie and Quinn had been taken.
They must have followed us all afternoon. I’m pretty sure I saw those guys earlier today.
The dove,
she whispered. This is my fault.
Sasha’s hands shook. Just that afternoon, she’d healed a bird with her gift. Right out in plain sight, too full of herself and her power to think that it could ever lead to this.
Sasha stood beside Quinn’s brother in the deafening silence, too stunned to speak. Did my arrogance just cost my Complement and my best friend their freedom?
CHAPTER TWO
QUINN
Summer - Atlanta, Georgia
T ime’s up, brother. She’s ready for him.
Quinn recognized the smooth-as-silk voice and knew it was a precursor to bad news. Nothing good ever came from Ryan Conner’s visits.
I see you came prepared,
Michael replied, greeting his brother just outside Quinn’s filthy cell. The Conners were the only people Quinn had seen in years. Except her. She visited often. Too often.
Quinn’s head slumped against his chest as he dangled from the ceiling, the chains digging into his mangled wrists almost to the bone. He needed to take advantage of whatever reprieve he could get while the brothers bickered. He had no idea how long they’d had him like this. Days. Maybe a week this time.
After so many years, he missed his family. His friends.
Sasha. It was painful how much he missed her. Their last moments together haunted him. If he’d known it would be the last time he would see her, he would have made it count. He would have made promises. Plans. Plans for a future he no longer had.
As a captive of Soma, Quinn had two options. Submit to Livia’s will, immediately sign over the rights to his life and willingly become her slave. Or choose option B. Resist, and Livia would eventually break him anyway and he’d still end up a slave—against his will.
Give in. The errant thought was never far from his mind. To give them what they wanted—unfettered access to his power, his gifts, and his knowledge—would set him free from this torment in an instant. But Quinn would never willingly become a Soma slave. That left him with option B—resisting until she finally broke him. But breaking an Immortal was no simple matter. It would take more than just his desire for the pain to end. He would have to lose all hope and all ability to care about himself or anyone else. And that was why Quinn Loukas was no closer to breaking today than he was the day he arrived at Sterling Tower four years ago.
Or is it closer to five years now? He’d lost count, but he’d lasted this long. He could make it another day. One more day….
Liquid fire splashed across his back, shocking Quinn from his stupor and setting old wounds ablaze. The lashes never healed between sessions. Michael’s magnetite-laced whip saw to that, and now the raw, infected gashes sizzled and bled anew. A second splash of Michael’s special concoction—water mixed with alcohol and some sort of acid—peeled away what little new skin Quinn’s ravaged Immortal body had been able to regenerate.
Raising his head, Quinn clenched his jaw shut, holding back the screams that burned his throat raw. With a glare, he met his jailor’s gaze, his vision fading in and out of focus. He would not give the brothers the satisfaction of winning this struggle. Not today.
One more day.
He’s a stubborn son of a bitch. I’ll give him that,
Michael said, nodding at Ryan.
The two brothers looked nothing alike. Michael was blond and cruel, where Ryan was dark and indifferent. He held himself above the violence his brother dished out so eagerly.
Lower him,
Ryan said as he fiddled with a wooden box in his hands.
You can do it where he is,
Michael insisted.
Lower him. I don’t want his blood and grime on my new suit.
Ryan brushed at his impeccably tailored jacket, cringing as he stepped into Quinn’s dungeon-like cell.
Fine, but make it quick.
Michael flicked a switch on the gray brick wall and Quinn landed with a thud at Ryan’s feet.
Where do you want it?
Ryan nudged Quinn with the heel of his custom leather shoe, polished to a shine.
Quinn stared up at him in confusion. Then the metal rod in Ryan’s hand suddenly glowed white hot and he understood. The brand. He’d seen it before. Quinn looked away, disinterested. He didn’t care where they put it.
If you don’t tell me, I’ll put it somewhere unpleasant.
Finally, Quinn gestured at the back of his shoulder so he wouldn’t have to look at it. They could brand him like cattle but they would never own him.
The searing hot iron touched his skin, sizzling like steak in a skillet, and the screams finally came. There was only so much he could take. After all this time, why were they branding him now? Like it was only the beginning. Was this just another one of their tricks? Like the white room?
For so long, his days had been the same monotonous torture. Almost predictable. But Quinn knew from experience that sudden changes were never good. Whatever they had in store for him next, it wouldn’t be an improvement to his current situation.
We’re done here.
Ryan lifted the branding iron from Quinn’s shoulder. Never forget what that mark means, Quinn. You belong to Soma. Whether you want to accept that or not doesn’t matter.
Not for the first time, Quinn thought about giving them what they wanted. Submitting would be so easy and he had such little reason to keep fighting anymore. Quinn honestly didn’t know if he had it in him to remain true to the person he wanted to be, or if he would finally succumb to the darkness he’d always known was inside him.
Has he cracked at all?
Livia’s cold voice pulled Quinn from his thoughts.
I hate that woman. His aching hands coiled into fists beneath him. He got to his feet, determined not to let her see him wallowing on the floor like an animal. Quinn’s knees buckled the same moment he remembered the blistering burns on his feet. He settled for sitting on the floor with his back against the rough brick wall.
Hasn’t cracked yet, but he will,
Michael assured her.
You’ve wasted too much time already. Your methods clearly aren’t working. Clean him up and bring him to my suite. It’s my turn.
Get him on his feet,
Ryan said, snapping his fingers at the two goons who followed him everywhere.
Michael’s version of cleanup was hosing Quinn off and sending him on his way in the same tattered t-shirt and jeans he’d worn for weeks. The gashes on his back oozed blood and pus, crusting over and making what was left of his shirt stick to his wounds. His shoulders were on fire now that his arms were free from the cuffs. He cradled his wrists against his chest, his stomach churning at the sight of the flesh hanging loosely around the bone.
As the guards shoved him out of the cell, the blisters on his feet burst, but Quinn was determined to walk out of this place on his own.
Pick up the pace. I don’t have all day,
Ryan said.
Quinn’s feet grew numb as he attempted to follow Ryan along the silent corridor. He made it about ten steps before he fell, his head cracking against the polished concrete floor. Ryan simply snapped his fingers and the two Soma guards jumped to pick him up. They dragged Quinn into the elevator and up to the top floor of Sterling Tower—Livia’s penthouse suite—where Quinn had spent his first night at Soma with Santi.
Santi. He’d often thought about the girl who slept on Livia’s floor, tethered to the Immortal who controlled her power. Has she held on all this time? Santi showed him the ropes that first night—what little she knew then. She was a volunteer. She came to Soma under false pretenses after an interview
with Livia. He’d struck her as naïve, but he quickly saw how determined she was to survive this predicament on her own terms. He was both eager to see if she was still there and dreading it, hoping she’d been a figment of his imagination and not caught up in the horrors of this place.
Liv’s not going to go easy on you,
Ryan said as the guards left them in the vestibule outside Livia’s apartment.
Quinn sagged against the wall, smearing blood and grime on the expensive wallpaper. He’d likely pay for that once she saw the mess.
Pain is the easiest and often most efficient route to forcing a new recruit to see that total submission is the only way. But for stubborn people like you, pain doesn’t work. She will try other means to get what she wants. And she will get it. You need to ask yourself if it’s worth the price.
Worth it? My free will is worth enduring anything,
Quinn said. It hurt to speak. He had distant memories of a broken jaw, but that was months ago. His face still ached—like there was permanent damage to the bones that had never healed properly. But if Ryan was right and the pain was at an end, Quinn could salvage what was left of his willpower and soldier on.
My brother is talented in many ways. The reality of that is going to hit you hard, Quinn. She’ll use that against you.
Why bother with the pep talk?
Quinn glared at him.
Not everyone here is as soulless as they may seem. Not even Livia. My brother … he enjoys his job, but I find it disgusting.
Ryan rang the doorbell and returned to the elevator.
And your job? Do you find that disgusting too?
I find it bearable,
Ryan said. Good luck, Quinn. You’re going to need it.
The elevator doors closed, leaving Quinn alone for the first time in ages. He turned at the sound of footsteps inside the apartment. The door cracked open, revealing a green-amber eye through the slit. Santi. She’s still here. He had a sudden urge to hug her and weep on her shoulder. But as she opened the door, he saw how the years had taken their toll. Her face was gaunt with purple-black circles under her hollow eyes, like she hadn’t slept since he’d seen her last. Santi was on the edge of losing her fight.
Come with me. You don’t have much time before she arrives.
Santi pulled him inside and closed the door behind them. She limped as she hurried to the kitchen, dragging an elegant silver chain behind her. Santi’s right foot was shackled, the magnetized metal rubbing her ankle raw, letting the poison leach into her bloodstream slowly. The angry scabs along her calf indicated she was rarely without the restraint. Her tether, anchored somewhere within the penthouse, extended and retracted with her movements. She seemed to have the run of most of the rooms, but he wondered how long she’d been cooped up in this apartment.
This way. She wants you in the white room.
She shoved a protein bar and a bottle of water into his hands and ushered him down the wide, white marbled hall.
White room?
He halted. I’m not going back in that room again.
"Muévete. I’m supposed to get you settled before she gets here." Santi’s voice was firm when it probably should have been desperate. From the looks of it, she’d embraced her position and accepted her life here. It was probably how she’d survived as long as she had.
What’s going to happen now?
he asked, choking down the protein bar, wishing he had ten more.
That’s not important.
She turned to face him. The reality of Michael’s psychological mind games is going to hit you soon. And it’s going to hit you hard. I’m sorry I don’t have time to soften the blow, Quinn. How long do you think you’ve been here?
"I don’t know. I lost track of time years ago. I guess four years? Maybe five? What do you mean think?"
You arrived here just three months ago.
She held his gaze, willing him not to fall apart.
Three months? That’s not possible.
Quinn grabbed the wall for support as his knees threatened to give out.
Your memories of the last five ‘years’ are never going to leave you. You must find a way to live with it and not let the confusion overwhelm you.
How do I get through it?
Quinn struggled to wrap his mind around the time screw. Logically, he knew it was possible for a psychological gift to affect him this way, but the experience of the last five years
was so vivid. The memories were seared into his mind and he wasn’t sure how to separate fact from that kind of fiction.
Put it behind you. Pretend like you just got here. Everything from the last time you saw me to this very moment doesn’t matter. It wasn’t real, so suck it up and move on. It’s the only way.
It feels real.
Quinn glanced down at his mangled hands. They were real enough.
You’ve not healed from anything they’ve done to you, Quinn. That’s not because of the magnetic weapons or your age. They’ve not given you time to heal. Think about it. How long has it been since Michael last flogged you?
Weeks. Maybe more than a month.
Don’t you think you’d have started healing by now? By the looks of it, it’s only been a few hours.
Quinn nodded, staggering down the hall behind her. Inside he was reeling from the lightning bolt realization that it had only just begun. What felt like years of torture was just his initiation into Soma. That alone was enough to break him—which was exactly what they wanted, but Quinn made a habit of not giving them what they wanted.
Deep breaths,
Santi said softly, pausing in front of a closed door. You don’t have time to come to terms with it. Don’t give them the satisfaction. Don’t make it easy for them. You understand how her gift works, right?
She reached for his arm to give him some support.
She’s like a parasite.
Quinn latched on to the change in subject like a lifeline.
She nodded, fumbling with a ring of keys. Her hands shook, but she managed to get the key into the lock. She’ll dig even deeper now. She’ll want to understand every nuance of your gift she controls. She owns it. You won’t have full use of your power as long as she’s latched on to you. But you’ll have some. She’ll keep you bogged down under the weight of her gift so you’re almost useless. Her power works like a defense mechanism. If you attack her with one of your gifts, she takes control of it. You know that, but she’s going to sift through your mind to see everything you’re capable of. She’ll discover things about your abilities that even you haven’t discovered yet.
She can tell what I can do? Everything?
Yes. You’ll not be able to hide anything from her.
I’m so screwed.
Quinn followed Santi into the white room on shaky limbs. He stumbled, reaching for the doorway for support. He’d been here before—or at least a place just like it. He’d spent a year here. Tormented by the endless brilliance of white, never-ending daylight and the constant white noise that drowned out his screams. The monotony almost drove him into submission.
It’s not real. Whatever you’re remembering, it’s not real.
Santi brushed her hand across his face.
Quinn nodded, taking comfort from her gentle touch. It never happened?
Only in your mind,
she said softly.
He closed his eyes, relishing her kind touch. He just needed a moment.
Finally, Quinn crossed the room to sit at the white table. He would wait for Livia’s arrival and he would face whatever she had in store for him.
She’ll be here soon,
Santi said. She’s going to push you hard today, but it’s only to take advantage of your current state of mind. You can’t let her win. You’ve lasted this long. If you can get through this, you’ll stay here in the penthouse. With me. The painful part is behind you—physical pain, anyway. You’ve proven you can’t be broken with a beating so she won’t waste her efforts on that … well, just that. This part is harder. She’s going to screw with your head and your emotions. But you just have to get through it.
And after this?
Quinn gestured at the white room. After tonight?
A reprieve.
She smiled. You’ll enjoy it while you can, but it won’t last. She’ll try to win you over with a complete one-eighty, but it’s false. Don’t fall for it. Get through this and I’ll patch you up. She should leave us alone tonight.
You went through this? All of this?
Quinn took a moment to really look at the lovely Latina woman in front of him. Her chestnut brown hair fell in limp waves down her back. She was too thin but her petite frame still held a hint of the strength she’d once had.
I’ve spent more than enough time with Michael,
she said. And Livia continues to find new ways to torture me. I can only take it one hour at a time. I can’t ever think beyond that.
She jerked her head toward the door. She’s coming.
Quinn heard Livia’s unmistakable approach. She had a firm footfall. A no-nonsense, don’t waste my time or you’ll wish you hadn’t
attitude.
I have to go.
With that, Santi left him alone in the white room.
Quinn figured he had about thirty seconds to get his head on straight. He squared his stiff shoulders and shoved the whirlwind of conflicting memories out of his mind. He needed to focus if he was going to get through this. Just one more day.
CHAPTER THREE
SASHA
Summer - Agra, India
S asha, are you coming to Quinn’s vigil tonight?
Allie asked.
Sasha glanced over her shoulder to see Allie lurking in her doorway, sweaty and disheveled from her afternoon of training down in the courtyard with Aidan and Liam.
No.
Sasha’s tone was unintentionally harsh. You all might be ready to mourn Quinn’s life, but I’m just not there yet.
All the blood rushed from Allie’s face and Sasha winced at the hurt look in her eyes as she turned back to the corkboard wall. Sasha knew it wasn’t fair to take her frustrations out on her best friend.
I’m sorry, Allie.
She sighed. I didn’t mean that. I’m just not ready to give up hope yet. This vigil … it’s too soon.
She worked a piece of red yarn around a thumbtack in the wall and guided the thread to another thumbtack to link the two elements she was certain were connected, although she couldn’t prove it. Yet.
I don’t think it’s supposed to be about giving up.
Allie flopped down on the corner of Sasha’s bed, clearing a pile of her carefully documented notes. It’s not about that for me, anyway. I think this vigil-celebration thing is supposed to be about renewing our hope for whatever is ahead for him. It’s not about moving on without him.
You’re right.
Sasha nodded. In her heart, she knew Quinn’s family wasn’t giving up on him and never would. But they were keeping her in the dark and it seemed like they were no closer to liberating him now than they were when he was taken more than two months ago.
What’s all this?
Allie swept her hand across the bed, taking in the chaos that was Sasha’s room. "It looks like you’ve been binge-watching old episodes of Prison Break on Netflix. If you’ve got plans to tattoo all this crap on yourself, please don’t."
You’re not funny, mortal girl.
Allie and her pop culture references usually