As the only daughter of the leader of Potomac, she knows her duty is to find the perfect match. 'Sparkles with beauty, intrigue, and romance.'-Kiera Cass, #1 New York Times bestselling author of the Selection series Selah has waited her whole life for a happily ever after. Time was the only thing that would settle this.Paperback. But I couldn't get a clear idea of just how near America was letting him.Īll I could do was wait and give America the time she seem to need. While the Selection had frayed the line between America and me, Maxon himself was a sharp edge, capable of cutting the string entirely if he got too close. But Maxon could sit beside her, touch her hand, and the gap between their castes didn't matter. From the first day in her brother's apartment - from the very moment I knew how I felt about America - I'd been forced to love her from afar. I watched him pull up a chair and settle in beside her. He didn't acknowledge me, barely even noticed me as he moved to America's bed. I started walking away, head down, trying to look like I was just on a round. Even in the dark, Maxon's suit was impossible to miss. There was so much more to say, but I heard the door to the hospital wing open.

'You're the only thing I've ever wanted to fight for.' I don't know if we'll ever be the same as we used to be. I watched her, wishing I had the nerve to confess this while she could argue back with me and tell me how wrong I'd been. And I convinced myself that was the right way to love you.'

I can barely keep my family afloat, and I just thought that maybe I could give you a shot at a life that would be better than the one that I would have been able to give you. ' I have this idea that maybe you were the only one I could made everything right for. It's just that I have this idea.' I swallowed. I'm sorry I ever said to send in that stupid form. 'Honestly, I'm sorry for a lot more than that,' I admitted. Her lips pursed and unpursed as she dreamed. About today, I mean,' I sucked in a deep breath. I looked into her sleeping face and spoke.

I reached out to touch her, but then pulled back. I stood in the freshly pressed uniform I would only wear for the few minutes it took to deliver this message. I didn't dare sit, not even with the excuse of checking on the girl I rescued. 'Hey, Mer,' I whispered, rounding her bed. She was cleaner, but her face still seemed worried, even at rest. “America was sleeping when I crept into the hospital wing that night.

Happily Ever After by Kiera Cass