“Safe,” she said with a hollow smile. “That is a pretty word.” “Come on,” snapped Kate beside the door. “But – ” “Don’t worry, August. I’m not afraid of the dark.” Our sister has two sides. He took Ilsa’s face in his hands. “Please be careful.” They do not meet. “Go,” she said. “Before the cracks catch up.”

“Safe,” she said with a hollow smile. “That is a pretty word.” “Come on,” snapped Kate beside the door. “But – ” “Don’t worry, August. I’m not afraid of the dark.” Our sister has two sides. He took Ilsa’s face in his hands. “Please be careful.” They do not meet. “Go,” she said. “Before the cracks catch up.”

— Victoria Schwab