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 MeadThereโs nothing wrong with wanting to be with someone,โ I said diplomatically. Unless that person turns your world upside down and makes you lose all self-control.
Richelle MeadDimitri seemed like the kind of guy you could throw into the wilderness and he would survive off anything.
Richelle MeadWasnโt that kind of the basis of passion? I didnโt know that either. The only thing I knew for sure was that this kiss had been a lot like the last one. Nice, but it didnโt blow me away. My heart sank. There was something wrong with me. Everyone was always going on about how socially inept I was. Did it extend to romance as well? Was I so cold that Iโd spend my life never feeling anything?
Richelle MeadWhat happened, then? You're stomping through every puddle you can find and look like you're going to punch the first person you see." "Why are you hanging around, then? Aren't you worried about getting hit?" "Aw, you'd never hurt me. My face is too pretty
Richelle MeadLure him out. Send in a 'customer' with a message from me needing to meet him. I'm not the kind of person he can ignore-well, that he used to not-never mind. Once he's out, we can get him to a place we choose." I nodded. "I can do that." "No," said Dimitri. "You can't." "Why not?" I asked, wondering if he thought it was too dangerous for me. "Because they'll know you're a dhampir the instant they see you. They'll probably smell it first. No Strigoi would have a dhampir working for him-only humans." There was an uncomfortable silence in the car. "No!" said Sydney. "I am not doing that!
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