“Sence," diye sordu Maxon, "Sana hâlâ 'tatlım' diyebilir miyim?" "Hiç şansın yok," diye fısıldadım. "Denemeye devam edeceğim. Vazgeçmek doğamda yok." Beni Seç :)”

“Yes, Maxon," I whispered. "It’s possible.”

“The Angeles air was quiet, and for a while I laid still, listening to the sound of Maxon breathing.”

“And I know I’m about to play second fiddle to another woman, as I should. But my love for you will never change, Maxon.”

“Oh, yes. She’s still here,” Maxon said, not letting his eyes wander from Gavril’s face. “And I plan on keeping her here for quite a while.”

“I know, I know. It's hard to explain. All I can say is that I've been given a second chance. Maxon matters to me, and I'm going to fight for him.”

“Just that. Your family must be very different from mine.""I’d say so." I laughed. "For one, no one wears their tiaras to breakfast."Maxon smiled. "More of a dinner thing at the Singer house?”“Of course.”