The training part," I guessed. "Yup. You're going to be Dimitri's partner." A moment of funny silence fell, probably not noticeable to anyone except Dimitri and me. Our eyes met. "Guarding partner," Dimitri clarified unnecessarily, like maybe he too had been thinking of other kinds of partners.
Richelle MeadWhen I talked to him earlier, he said he had to work tonight,โ Peter explained, โbut that we should go ahead and draw for him.โ โDraw?โ I asked uneasily. โOh Lord. Tell me itโs not Pictionary night too.โ Peter sighed wearily. โDraw for secret Santas. Do you even read the e-mails I send?โ โSecret Santas? Seems like we just did that,โ I said. โYeah, a year ago,โ said Peter. โJust like we do very Christmas.
Richelle MeadWe 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 MeadI think Adrian really likes you. Like, in a wanting-to-be-serious way." "Nope. He likes me in a wanting-to-get-the-clothes-off-the-cute-dhampir way.
Richelle MeadWhat's going on?" I sat down on the bed and finished the last of the scone. "Bad things," she said mischievously. "You'll approve.
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