Hey." She said, looking up from an open book propped up on one knee. She brushed a few strands of pale hair out of her face. Her boyfriend, Christian, lay on the floor near her, his head propped up on her other knee. He greeted me by way of a nod. Concidering the antagonism the sometimes flared up between us, that was almost on par with him giving me a bear hug.
Richelle MeadI said earlier that dead things don't always stay dead. Well, I'm one of them. don't worry - I'm not like the Strigoi. But I did die once (I don't recommend it).
Richelle MeadNot true,โ said Adrian. โAll guys mean the same thing when they want to โget to know a girl better.โ Youโre a wellbred young lady, so I understand why youโd be too innocent to understand. Good thing youโve got me here to interpret.
Richelle MeadI looked at you... and saw your goodness, your hope, and your faith. Those are what make you beautiful. So, so beautiful. So it was't my hair?
Richelle MeadMoroi shied from the sunlight but as I watched Sydney, I knew without a doubt that humans had been made for the sun.
Richelle MeadAnd so, surpassing my own records for dangerous, reckless behavior, I ripped off Sonya's bracelet. "I'm Rose Hathaway.
Richelle MeadIf you want some adviceโwhich I'm sure you don'tโyou guys should lay off on the magic. Christian still thinks you're moving in on Lissa." "What?" he asked in mock astonishment. "Doesn't he know my heart belongs to you?" "It does not. And no, he's still worried about it, despite what I've told him." "You know, I bet if we started making out right now, it would make him feel better." "If you touch me," I said pleasantly, "I'll provide you with the opportunity to see if you can heal yourself. Then we'd see how badass you really are.
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