That's my girl. Tough as cotton balls.

“Moths," repeats Will. "You're afraid of moths?" "Not just a cloud of moths," sh…”

“hear him breathing behind me, loud and fast. "Are you all right, Four?" "Are yo…”

“Are you all right?" A crease appears between his eyebrows, and he touches my ch…”

“I will be my undoingIf I become my obsession.”