Oh," he said to Kiyo, voice completely devoid of emotion. "I see. It's your turn again.
Richelle MeadI don't care," said Seth. "I would have done it. I would have sold my soul for you. You and me...I told you. Something's always going to keep us near each other...even if we aren't together.
Richelle MeadCarter leaned toward me and brushed the hair away from the side of my face. "Don't look down then," he whispered.
Richelle MeadIf I was drunk, I wouldnโt be here at all. And really, this is pretty good for four White Russians.โ โWhite what?โ I almost sat down but was afraid the chair might dematerialize beneath me. โItโs a drink,โ he said. โYouโd think I wouldnโt be into something named thatโyou know, considering my own personal experience with Russians. But theyโre surprisingly delicious. The drinks, not real Russians.
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