So, tell me,” he whispers. “How fast did you climb those fourteen stories?”

Thomas makes a disapproving sound in his throat, but I break into a grin. Storm’s past. Metias loves me again. “Six minutes,” I whisper back to my brother. “And forty-four seconds. How do you like that?”

“That must be some sort of record. Not that, you know, you’re supposed to do it.

Auteur: Marie Lu

So, tell me,” he whispers. “How fast did you climb those fourteen stories?”<br /><br />Thomas makes a disapproving sound in his throat, but I break into a grin. Storm’s past. Metias loves me again. “Six minutes,” I whisper back to my brother. “And forty-four seconds. How do you like that?”<br /><br />“That must be some sort of record. Not that, you know, you’re supposed to do it. - Marie Lu




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