Thatโs the last time youโre going to kiss me,โ I warned when it ended. He smiled knowingly, and in his eyes, I could see his own memories of that night. โSo you say.
Richelle MeadOur gazes locked, so much passing between us. In those moments, I wasn't in a tent with him, on the run from those who regarded us as villains. There was no murderer to catch, no Strigoi trauma to overcome. There was just him and me and the feelings that had burned between us for so long.
Richelle MeadWait until next time," he warned. "I'll do things that'll make you lose control within seconds.
Richelle MeadI want you to break the spell. Finish it off.โ "What do you mean?โ "The spell you did on me and Dimitri.โ "That spell is done. It burned itself out.โ I shook my head. "No. I keep thinking about him. I keep wanting toโฆโ He smiled knowingly when I didn't finish. "My dear, that was already there, long before I set that up.
Richelle MeadHow?" I demanded. "How could you have screwed this one up?" "When I got in, they said the manager was on the phone and would be a few minutes. So, I sat down and ordered a drink." This time, I did lean my forehead against the steering wheel. "What did you order?" "A martini." "A martini." I lifted my head. "You ordered a martini before a job interview." "It's a bar, Sage. I figured they'd be cool with it.
Richelle Mead