And at that point, of course, I’d reapply all my makeup and change my outfit anyway. I knew it was silly -Maxon wouldn’t even see me again until the evening. Still, nearly every day after breakfast, I felt like I had to go back to my room and touch up my makeup before heading to the Women’s Room. Carter, what have we done? I didn’t think I was a vain person. How had this happened? How had I gone from being one of the beloved members of the Selection to being labeled a traitor, awaiting my punishment? Oh, Carter. This the end? I shut my eyes quickly, trying to hold back my tears. Something stirred in the hallway, and my heart started racing. Even now, alone in this cell, all I wanted was for his pain to stop. I’d rather have my last memory be of his death than suffer knowing that his last memory was of mine. A noose? A bullet? Something much more elaborate and painful? I couldn’t help wishing that Carter’s silence meant he was already gone. How could we have stopped? I wondered how we would die.
Another tear slid down myĬheek, and I was grateful for it if only because it was warm on my skin. I shivered as I drew my knees closer to my chest. It had been horrific to hear his grunts of pain as the guards beat the hope out of him, but at least then I knew he was breathing. Carter was quiet now, and his silence sent deeper chills through my body than the lack of heat in the palace cells did. PART I I PULLED THE TOP LAYERS of my dress a little tighter over my shoulders. CONTENTS Part I Part II Excerpt from The Siren One Two Back Ads About the Author Books by Kiera Cass Copyright