Good God," I said. "This is the most stereotypical vampire food ever." "Only if it was raw. What do you think?" "It's good," I said reluctantly. Who knew that bacon would have made all the difference? "Really good. I think you have a promising future as a housewife while Lissa works and makes millions of dollars." "Funny, that's exactly my dream.
Richelle MeadI'd accepted a while ago that there were too many reasons for me to even think about him romantically anymore. Every once in a while, I slipped a little and kind of wished he would too. It'd have been nice to know that he still wanted me, that I still drove him crazy. Studying him now, I realized he might not ever slip because I didn't drive him crazy anymore. It was a depressing thought.
Richelle MeadIanโs the black sheep.โ โI thought I was the black sheep,โ said Seth, sounding almost hurt. โNo. Youโre the unfocused artistic one. Iโm the responsible one. Ianโs the wild, hedonistic one.โ โWhatโs hedonistic?โ asked Kendall. Her father considered. โIt means you run up a lot of credit card bills you canโt pay, change jobs a lot, and have a lot ofโฆlady friends.
Richelle MeadI donโt know, Sage. You threw yourself in the line of pepper spray for me. You must like me just a little bit.โ โIโ I figured itโd be a shame to ruin your pretty face,โ I stammered.
Richelle MeadI left the clinic in a daze that had nothing to do with my head injury. Clear up in a week or so? How could Dr. Olendzki speak so lightly about this? I was going to look like a mutant for Christmas and most of the ski trip. I had a black eye. A freaking black eye. And my mother had given it to me.
Richelle MeadIt is terrifying,โ said Adrian. โAnd weird, for lack of a better word. And part of you knowsโฆ well, part of you knows somethingโs not right. That your thinkingโs not right. But what do you about that? All we can go on is what we think, how we see the world. If you canโt trust your own mind, what can you trust? What other people tell you?
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