Tessa put a hand against the wall as she made her way numbly down the stairs. What had she almost done? What had she nearly told Will?
WHAT? WHAT was she going to tell him?!?!?!?! Please let it be a declaration of her love... But now, here's the REALLY tease-y teaser...
Tessa craned her head back to look at Will. “You know that feeling,” she said, “when you are reading a book, and you know that it is going to be a tragedy; you can feel the cold and darkness coming, see the net drawing tight around the characters who live and breathe on the pages. But you are tied to the story as if being dragged behind a carriage and you cannot let go or turn the course aside.” His blue eyes were dark with understanding — of course Will would understand — and she hurried on. “I feel now as if the same is happening, only not to characters on a page but to my own beloved friends and companions. I do not want to sit by while tragedy comes for us. I would turn it aside, only I struggle to discover how that might be done.”
“You fear for Jem,” Will said.
“Yes,” she said. “And I fear for you, too.”
“No,” Will said, hoarsely. “Don’t waste that on me, Tess.”
Ha. Ha ha. That's funny Ms. Clare, because that is EXACTLY how I feel about your characters!!!