Knowing Lissa missed me hurt almost more than if she'd completely written me off. I'd never wanted to hurt her. Even when I'd resented her for feeling like she was controlling my life, I'd never hated her. I loved her like a sister and couldn't stand the thought of her suffering now on my behalf. How had things gotten so screwed up between us?
Richelle MeadIโd been raised to be practical and keep my emotions in check, but I loved cars. That was one of the few legacies Iโd picked up from my mom. She was a mechanic, and some of my best childhood memories were of working in the garage with her.
Richelle MeadWhatโs going on?โ he demanded. โThe usual, old man,โ I replied cheerily. โDanger, insane plans... you know, the stuff that runs in our family.
Richelle MeadThis isnโt a game. We donโt want mediocre employees who can keep the status quo. We want souls. We want to win. And youโve spent most of your time here being mediocre.
Richelle Mead