We studied our angels for a few moments more, looking at where we had lain side by side in that sweet, quiet moment. I wished what Iโd said was true, that we had truly left our mark on the mountain. But I knew that after the next snowfall, our angels would disappear into the whiteness and be nothing more than a memory.
Richelle MeadOkay, so. You, Belikov, the Alchemist, Sonya Karp, Victor Dashkov, and Robert Doru are all hanging out in West Virginia together.โ โNo,โ I said. โNo?โ โWeโre, uh, not in West Virginia.
Richelle Mead