Once, people had looked at her with revulsion. Now, people were terrified of her.
She wasn’t sure which was worse.
She wanted to scream to the world that it wasn’t her fault she was this way. She’d had nothing to do with it.
It surely wouldn’t have been her choice if one had been given to her.
Cinder buried her face in her arms and urged the swirling injustices away. She would not get carried away with self-loathing. She had too many other things to worry about.
Scarlet (The Lunar Chronicles #2) by Marissa Meyer