I loved you!โ he yelled. He jumped up out of his chair so quickly I never saw it coming. โI loved you, and you destroyed me. You took my heart and ripped it up. You might as well have staked me!โ The change in his features also caught me by surprise. His voice filled the room. So much grief, so much anger. So unlike the usual Adrian. He strode toward me, hand clasped over his chest. โI. Loved. You. And you used me the whole time.
Richelle MeadHowever, he also trusted me to make my own decisions. Contradicting me or telling me what to do wasn't in his nature - even though he secretly may have wanted to.
Richelle MeadWe had an endless supply of topics, both of us eager to put forth all we knew on anything and everything. Most of the meal was spent discussing the intricacies of the organic certification process. It was pretty awesome.
Richelle MeadRose and Dimitri moved almost as one entity, like a matched pair of wolfes or lions, both wary and deadly as they studied their surroundings, taking no detail or person for granted.
Richelle MeadNaptime,สบ said Christian, leading her toward the bed. สบI still need a shower.สบ สบSleep first. Shower later.สบ He pulled back the covers. สบIสนll sleep with you.สบ สบSleep or sleep?สบ she asked dryly, sliding gratefully into bed. สบReal sleep. You need it.สบ He crawled in beside her, spooning against her and resting his face on her shoulder. สบOf course, afterward, if you want to conduct any official Council business...สบ สบI swear, if you say โLittle Dragomirs,สน you can sleep in the hall.
Richelle Mead"Well, you've finally got a license to kill. It's about time." I turned and met the amused eyes of Christian Ozera, a onetime annoyance who'd become a good friend. So good, in fact, that in my joyous zeal, I reached out and hugged him - something he clearly didn't expect. I was surprising everyone today. "Whoa, whoa," he said backing up, flushing. "It figures. You're the only girl who'd get all emotional about the thought of killing. I don't even want to think about what goes on when you and Ivashkov are alone."
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