Veronica Roth Quote
Tris, Tobias says, crouching next to me. His face is pale, almost yellow.There is too much I want to say. The first thing that comes out is, Beatrice.He laughs weakly.Beatrice, he amends, and touches his lips to mine. I curl my fingers into his shirt.
Veronica Roth
Tris, Tobias says, crouching next to me. His face is pale, almost yellow.There is too much I want to say. The first thing that comes out is, Beatrice.He laughs weakly.Beatrice, he amends, and touches his lips to mine. I curl my fingers into his shirt.
Tags:
tris prior