Then why are you crying?โ โBecause of you!โ I beat my fists on his chest. โBecause I love you, and I donโt know what to do! I can solve almost any problem, but I canโt solve this. I donโt know how to deal with that. And Iโm afraid! Afraid for you! Do you know what itโd do to me if something happens to you?โ I stopped hitting him and clasped my hands over my own chest, as though there was a danger my heart might fall out. โThis! This would break. Shatter. Crumble. Crumble until it was dust.โ I dropped my hands. โBlown away on the wind until there was nothing left.
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 MeadAdrian frowned. 'Is that a noose?' 'It's a tie!' I cried, trying not to feel offended. He laughed, clearly delighted at this. 'My mistake.
Richelle MeadโShe didn't understand what it was like to be filled with a love so strong that it made your chest acheโa love you could only feel and not express. Keeping love buried was a lot like keeping anger pent up, I'd learned. It just ate you up inside until you wanted to scream or kick something.
Richelle MeadHow?" I demanded. "How could you have screwed this one up?" "When I got in, they said the manager was on the phone and would be a few minutes. So, I sat down and ordered a drink." This time, I did lean my forehead against the steering wheel. "What did you order?" "A martini." "A martini." I lifted my head. "You ordered a martini before a job interview." "It's a bar, Sage. I figured they'd be cool with it.
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