Everything Iสนd been taught about eluding someone came rushing back to my head. What I wanted to do more than anything was look around and see if I had a follower, but that would have definitely attracted attention.
Richelle MeadYou are the most boring teacher ever." He grinned and gave me a quick kiss on the cheek, just as a knock sounded at the door. "It all depends on what you me to teach you.
Richelle MeadDidnโt understand love? Was she crazy? If she only knew what Iโd sacrificed for Dimitri, what Iโd done to be where I was now . . . all for love. She was the one who couldnโt understand. Love wasnโt a fling in a back room at a party. It was something you lived and died for.
Richelle MeadSince when do we even play games?โ โSince when donโt we play games? Games of life, games of death. Games of love, of hope, of chance, of despair, and of all the myriad wonders in between.โ I rolled my eyes at the newcomer. โHello, Carter.
Richelle MeadโMa'am?โ She glanced up at me, pushing her glasses up her nose as she did. โHmm? Oh, I remember you. Miss Melbourne.โ โMelrose,โ I corrected. โAre you sure? I could've sworn you were named after someplace in Australia.โ โWell, my first name is Sydney,โ I said, not sure if I should be encouraging her.
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