I'd get out of here," he said. "Go someplace where no one knew me. Start over. Go to Paris like you did or go to — I don't know — Prague. Somewhere." He looked toward the window, like he could already see himself gone.

"Oh," she said, because it hurt that he was thinking about that when she was thinking about him. She narrowed her eyes. "What's stopping you?"

The boy looked down at the book of fairy tales. "Nothing," he said.

Lila wanted to be the one to stop him.

Auteur: Holly Black