And then there was the fact that if I accepted Maxon, it meant I had to accept a crown, a thought I tended to ignore if only because I wasn’t sure what it would mean for me. There were five other girls here-girls he took on dates and whispered things to-and I didn’t know what to make of that. And sometimes I played with the idea, wondering how it would feel to be Maxon’s alone.īut the thing was, Maxon wasn’t really mine to begin with. He’d told me a week ago that if I could simply say that I cared for him the way he did for me, without anything holding me back, this whole competition would be over. Prince Maxon, heir to the Illéa throne, liked me. And though it made me feel guilty to admit it, I knew I was the reason why he wished he did. I guessed he thought he’d have more time to make his choices. It was getting harder and harder to catch him in a truly calm and happy moment, and I soaked up the time, grateful that he seemed to be at his best when he and I were alone.Įver since the Selection had been narrowed down to six girls, he’d been more anxious than he was when the thirty-five of us arrived in the first place. THE ANGELES AIR WAS QUIET, and for a while I lay still, listening to the sound of Maxon’s breathing.
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