Adrian shook his head, still smiling. "I've said over and over, I'd do anything for you. I just keep hoping it'll be something like, 'Adrian, let's go hot tubbing' or 'Adrian, take me out for fondue.'" "Well, sometimes we have to--did you say fondue?" Sometimes it was impossible to follow Adrian's train of thought. "Why in the world would I ever say that?" He shrugged. "I like fondue.
Richelle MeadItสนs not just the dress or the hair. Itสนs you. Youสนre beautiful. So beautiful, it hurts me.สบ
Richelle MeadIs Hopper celebrating with you?โ โHopper? Why wouldโโ My mouth snapped shut for a few moments. โOh. I, uh, kind of forgot about him.
Richelle MeadIt doesnโt matter,โ said Adrian, smiling. He rested a hand on my shoulder. โSome things are worth the trouble.
Richelle MeadI decided then that if the two people I loved most were safe, I could leave this world. The dead could finally have me. And Iสนd fulfilled my purpose, right? To protect? Iสนd done it. Iสนd saved Lissa, just like Iสนd sworn Iสนd always do. I was dying in battle. No appointment books for me.
Richelle MeadWhen he finished, he drank from the cup. Everyone else did too, so I followed suit. And nearly choked to death. It was like fire in liquid form. It took every ounce of strength I had to swallow it and not spray it on those around me. "Wh...what is this?" I asked, coughing. Viktoria grinned. "Vodka." I peered at the glass. "No, it isn't. I've had vodka before." "Not Russian vodka." Apparently not.
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