My mother," he said, "has invited us to a ball." Elena pulled a blade from one of the butter-soft forearm sheaths that had been a gift from Raphael. "Excuse me while I stab myself in the eyes-and disembowel myself while I'm at it.
Nalini SinghI love you,โ she whispered. He stroked his hand down her back. โYep, you do.โ โYouโre supposed to say it back,โ she said, pretending to be offended because the silliness kept the fear/hope at bay. โWhy?โ He scowled down at her. โYou know youโre my heartbeat.
Nalini SinghI donโt want to lose my memories. Donโt make me forget. I would rather die as Elena, than live as a shadow.
Nalini SinghThe scent of the sea, a wild turbulent storm, crashing into her mind. Elena, why is Dmitri naked?
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