This 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 MeadMmm. O positive, my favorite.โ โIs it? I thought it was a cabernet sauvignon.โ โSo it is,โ said Adrian, straight-faced. โMy mistake.
Richelle MeadI disconnected as a sleepy Seth stepped out of the bedroom. โWhoโs Dante? Was that a collect call to the Inferno?โ โThey wonโt accept the charges,โ I murmured.
Richelle MeadI'm not really qualified to install a security system," said Dimitri. "Really? There's something you can't do?" Adrian's voice was so soft that I could barely hear him, and he was sitting right next to me.
Richelle MeadIf you're Strigoi," the boy interrupted loudly, "then why don't you have horns? My friend Jeffrey said Strigoi have horns." Dimitri's eyes fell not on the boy but on me for a moment. Again, that spark of knowing shot between us. Then, face smooth and serious, Dimitri turned to the boy and answered, "Strigoi don't have horns. And even if they did, it wouldn't matter because I'm not a Strigoi.
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