Extraits

“Because that's the thing about hope- you can never kill it yourself.”

“I've never heard of it. And, I don't like to brag, but I read a lot. I mean a lot. And most of it is classified. - Megan”

“Why are you here?" I demanded, but the PM only smirks again.

"You've been a very bad girl, Ms Blakely."

I ease closer. "You're under the impression that I care, Ms Petrovic.”

“But Alexandra Petrovic did not become the most powerful politician in Adria by taking no for an answer.

"You seem to think that I'm asking, Ms Blakely. Which I'm not."

I stop and turn. "And you seem to think that you scare me, Ms Petrovic. Which you don't.”

“The man is strong. He's huge. But Alexei has something to fight for. And i realise with a start that the something is me. - Grace”

“Hope is a delicate thing.

A dangerous thing.”

“The sun is at the horizon now, and the sky streaks with reds and golds. The whole world seems to be wearing a halo, and for a second I let myself savor it.

I let myself believe.

Alexei's arm is warm around my shoulder and a cool breeze blows in off the sea. Between us, we speak seven different languages, but not a one of us says a word.

We sit in silence as the sun sets, marking the end of this day.

Marking the beginning of everything else.”