A girl just asked for SAT scores good enough to get her into Yale. I think she was nine.
Richelle MeadI'm not worthy of that," I said. I might be human now, but I understand how powerful a heavenly creature Carter was. "I don't deserve that much regard." He reached out and tipped my chin up. "You do, Georgina. And if you don't believe me now, then strive to be. Live you life. Be kind. Love those you know. Love those you don't know. be worthy of your soul." A tear escaped, rolling down my cheek and probably messing up my mortal mascara. "Thank you, Carter. Thank you for everything.
Richelle MeadHey, a guy can hope. I mean, itโs not impossible that a car full of scantily clad sorority girls might break down outside and need my help.โ โThatโs true,โ I said. โMaybe I can put a sign out front that says, โATTENTION ALL GIRLS: FREE HELP HERE.โโ โโATTENTION ALL HOT GIRLS,โโ he corrected, straightening up. โRight,โ I said, trying not to roll my eyes. โThatโs an important distinction.โ He pointed at me with the pool stick. โSpeaking of hot, I like that uniform.โ This time, I did roll my eyes.
Richelle MeadDon't fight them anymore.I'm going to go with them." "No. I won't let them take you." "You have to," I begged. He was breathing hard, every part of him braced and ready to attack. We locked gazes, and a thousand messages seemed to flow between us as the old electricity crackled in the air.
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