Book: Elite

- Your Highness, I'm not sure I'm the right person to talk about it. I did nothing on impact.
Nicoletta took me by the hand:
- But you could.

Tall, Golden-skinned, Italian was lovely and looked like statues. In addition, they were also incredibly alive. The impression is that in the heart of each was a little sun, shining all around.

Being a Princess, Nicoletta, perhaps, was the biggest guest in the audience, and facial expression criss I realized: it's a shame that she didn't think to invite the Italian.

We both almost asleep. MAXON took my hand and began to tie around my wrist. I recognized the bracelet he brought me from New Asia.
- I always had it in his pocket. A romantic accident.

- To the evening her in the Palace was not! I'm fed up with her antics.
- You can't send her home. It's my choice, and I say she stays.
- MAXON Calix Shreve, I'm the king of Illea, and I say...
- At least five minutes to stop being a king and to be just my dad?! It's my choice. You make their decisions, I accept your. Nobody is going anywhere until I say so.

- I've had enough. I'm sick to death of competition, I'm sick to death of all these lies and I'm sick to death of you. God, how could I be so stupid? I'm leaving.
You're not going out, ' he snapped. - You leave when I say. You're just upset now.

- Try in my absence, not get into any trouble, okay? playful tone he said.
With criss, he wasn't kidding. Interestingly, it had some value? I raised his right hand:
I promise to be good.
Great. It's one less headache.

You're here because he refuses to lose hope.

- And suddenly her bad - Natalie muttered, rubbing his temples with the tips of his fingers.
- If you're hungover, it does not mean that it should be available to all.

- America! cried Maxson. - No! Come back!
I dared to look and saw the king Maxson grabbed by the collar and dragged behind him. The look Maxson, gazing at me, clearly read the horror. Came another shot.
- Do not shoot!-yelled Maxson. - You will get into it! Cease fire!

Twitter Queen is one thing, but the tete-a-tete with the king is another.

- I feel like an idiot.
No you're not stupid.
Here comes a fool.
- Measures, do you consider me smart?
- Of course.
- That's because I am. And I'm too smart to fall for a fool. So stop talking nonsense.

- I would prefer to be flogged, and not dead.
- I beg you, you're a three. You'd be praying about death.

What did he mean when he said that he didn't expect otherwise? - asked in a whisper Mama. - Is it because you yelled at him when they first met? You're more acted?
I sighed:
- Actually, mom, we often argue Maxson.
What?! - she gasped. - To not dare to do this anymore!
- Oh yeah, and I once hit him with a knee to the groin.