“I need a favour.’I raise my eyebrows at him in disbelief. What makes him think I’m about to do him a favour? He’s a stranger. And he’s wearing handcuffs.”
— Sarah Alderson“In his arms I’ve finally found the place I’ve been looking for, where fear can’t touch me, where memories can’t reach, where the past is forgotten and the present is enough. Where the present is, in fact, all that matters.”
— Sarah Alderson“Trust me,’ he says with a touch of impatience.‘Stop asking me to do that,’ I say, equally as impatiently.”
— Sarah Alderson