God, I got lucky. If I'd hurt it, it would have put me out of practice for a while.โ Smiling, he returned to his chair. "I know. You kept telling me that while I was carrying you. You were very upset.โ "You...you carried me here?โ "After we broke the bench apart and freed your foot.โ Man. I'd missed out on a lot. The only thing better than imagining Dimitri carrying me in his arms was imagining him shirtless while carrying me in his arms.
Richelle MeadTurning away, I stared at the long road winding off ahead of me. I sighed. This trip might take awhile. "Then start walking, Rose," I muttered to myself. I set off, off to kill the man I loved.
Richelle MeadโMa'am?โ She glanced up at me, pushing her glasses up her nose as she did. โHmm? Oh, I remember you. Miss Melbourne.โ โMelrose,โ I corrected. โAre you sure? I could've sworn you were named after someplace in Australia.โ โWell, my first name is Sydney,โ I said, not sure if I should be encouraging her.
Richelle MeadAs much as I hated to admit it, I kind of looked forward to seeing him. It made no sense, but something about his infuriating nature made me forget about my other worries. Weirdly, I felt like I could relax around him.
Richelle MeadThis was the kind of dress that changed the world. The kind of dress that started religions.
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