Hey show some respect. Theyโre real people with names. Carla and Krissyโ He frowned. โOr was it Missy?
Richelle MeadIโm not dangerous,โ I breathed. He brought his face toward mine. โYou are to me.โ And somehow, against all reason, we were kissing.
Richelle MeadSince when do we even play games?โ โSince when donโt we play games? Games of life, games of death. Games of love, of hope, of chance, of despair, and of all the myriad wonders in between.โ I rolled my eyes at the newcomer. โHello, Carter.
Richelle Mead