Stick." I said in Russian. I had no clue what the word for stake was. I pointed at the silver ring I wore and made a slashing motion. "Stick. where?" He stared at me in utter confusion and then asked in perfect English, "why are you talking like that?
Richelle MeadAnd besides . . . I donโt want to leave you. Er, you guys.โ He smiled, and it lit up his whole face. โWell, โweโ are certainly happy to hear that. Oh, and Iโm also happy to watch our darling little love child dragon while youโre in St. Louis.โ I grinned back.
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