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181 " He blinked up at Scarlet. “Did you just shoot me? "
― Marissa Meyer , Scarlet (The Lunar Chronicles, #2)
182 " La acusación de su abuela reverberó en su mente "Os han convertido a todos en unos monstruos". "
183 " I believe you owe her an apology,” the fighter said in his quiet, even tone. "
184 " The girl who was so easy to talk to. The girl who was so authentic, who didn’t pretend to be something she wasn’t. Or so he’d thought. "
185 " Wolf rolled her away from the edge, landing on top of her. His hands hastily brushed the curls from her face, gripped her shoulders, rubbed her bruised wrist, every ounce of his frenetic energy devoted to checking that she was there. That she was all right. "
186 " Scarlet sat up, heat rushing to her face as she was struck with an almost irresistible yearning to crawl toward him—not to get off the train’s roof, but to be wrapped up against him again. To feel warm and safe and content, just for another moment. She smashed the desire down into her gut. Wolf "
187 " The fighter’s pale eyes darted to Scarlet, and for a moment she sensed a connection between them. Here they were, both outcasts. Unwanted. Crazy. "
188 " His aim had been perfect. And perhaps if she hadn’t kissed his cheek right before the jump, his balance would have been too. "
189 " He started to smile, a look that was dangerously mischievous. “The money’s good at the fights, but it doesn’t make for much of a career. I thought maybe you could pay me in food.” She laughed. “After seeing the evidence of your appetite in there, I think I’d lose my shirt with a deal like that.” She flushed the second she’d said it—no doubt he was now imagining her with her shirt off. Yet, "
190 " Wolf?” How … predatory. "
191 " Scarlet hummed thoughtfully, then dragged her knuckle against the tiniest scar on his lip. “What about—” His hand snatched at her, stilling her caresses. His grip was not harsh, but unforgiving all the same. “Please stop,” he said, even as his gaze fell to her lips. Scarlet licked them instinctively, saw his eyes grow frantic. “What’s wrong?” A heartbeat. “Wolf?” He didn’t release her. "
192 " His hair, every bit as wild and soft to the touch as it had looked. Finally, he leaned his head into her touch, gently nuzzling her fingers. "
193 " She heard a crash from the galley as soon as she pulled it open. Peering down the hallway, she saw Wolf hunkered over a counter, holding a tin can.Stepping into the galley's light, Scarlet saw that the can was labeled with a picture of cartoon-red tomatoes. Judging from the enormous dents in its side, Wolf had been trying to open it with a meat tenderizer.He glanced up at her, and she was glad that she wasn't the only one red faced. "Why would they put food in here if they were going to make it so hard to open?"She bit her lip against a weak smile, not sure if it was from pity or amusement. "Did you try a can opener? "
194 " Special circumstances.” She surveyed him for a long moment, her brows knitting together. “Murder?” His grin grew. “Thank you, but no. I started a riot on the yard.” He adjusted his collar, before adding, “We were protesting the soap. "
195 " The girl she’d been back then. The one she’d always tried to keep hidden. "
196 " Is it just me, or is this a big moment in our relationship? "
197 " I have something else to show you.” “I’m busy.” “I promise not to make fun of your boyfriend anymore.” “He’s not my boyfriend! "
198 " People are relying on you. People think you can make a difference, and what are you doing? Running away and hiding! "
199 " Anything to be out of these woods. "
200 " I wouldn’t trust me either. "