Knowing I wasn't going anywhere, I frantically searched for some way to help her. A dark figure caught my eye. "Christian!" I yelled. He'd been staring at Lissa's retreating figure but glanced up at the sound of his name. One of my escorts shushed me and took my arm. "Be quiet." I ignored her. "Go after her," I called to Christian. "Hurry." He just sat there, and I suppressed a groan. "Go, you idiot!" My guardians snapped at me to be quiet again, but something inside of Christian woke up. Springing up from his lounging position, he tore off in the direction Lissa had traveled.
Richelle MeadWhere are we going?" asked Victor. "If I'm allowed to ask." I squirmed around in my seat so that I could look him in the eye. "That's what you're going to tell us. As hard as it is to believe, we didn't do all that just because we missed your pleasant company." "That is hard to believe.
Richelle MeadRose once told me about this poem sheโd read. There was this line, โIf your eyes werenโt open, you wouldnโt know the difference between dreaming and waking.โ You know what Iโm afraid of? That someday, even with my eyes open, I still wonโt know.
Richelle MeadMy God, Sage. Your eyes. How have I never noticed them?" That uncomfortable feeling was spreading over me again. "What about them?" "The color," he breathed. "When you stand in the light. They're amazing... like molten gold. I could paint those..." He reached toward me but then pulled back. "They're beautiful. You're beautiful.
Richelle MeadThatสนs a dangerous look,สบ said Dimitri, giving me a brief glance before returning his eyes to the road. สบWhat look?สบ I asked innocently. สบThe one that says you just got some idea.
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