Love is . . .โ An old memory with Adrian came back to me, and some of the turbulent emotion I always carried within me these days welled up in my chest. It was stupid, feeling so lovesick when heโd been gone less than a day, but I couldnโt get him or the ways he described love out of my head. โ. . . a flame in the dark. A breath of warmth on a winterโs night. A star that guides you home.
Richelle MeadAll right," I managed to say, just before I crumpled to the floor. "Let's see what you've got.
Richelle Mead