We had just paid the check when Dimitri's cell phone rang. "Hello?" he answered. And like that, his face transformed. That fierceness I so associated with him softened, and he practically glowed. "No, no. It's always a good time for you to call, Roza." Whatever the response on the other end was, it made him smile.
Richelle MeadHow was it that Adrian Ivashkov, who never seemed to take anything seriously was the only one among these "responsible" people who paid attention to such small details? How was he the only one to really understand the magnitude of what I was feeling?
Richelle MeadKill me, Doug. Just kill me now. Put me out of my misery.โ โChrist, Kincaid, what did you say to him?โ murmured Doug. โWell,โ I told Doug, โI ripped on his fans and on how long it takes for his books to come out.โ Doug stared at me, his expectations exceeded. โThen I saidโnot knowing who he wasโthat Iโd be Seth Mortensenโs love slave in exchange for advanced copies of his books.
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