And sometimes, if I was really, really lucky, heโd smile at me. A real smile, tooโnot the dry one that accompanied the sarcasm we tossed around so often. I didnโt want to admit it to anyoneโnot to Lissa, not even to myselfโbut some days, I lived for those smiles.
Richelle MeadThe love we'd shared always burned within me, no matter how often I told myself to move on, no matter how much the world did think I'd moved on.
Richelle Mead