Whatever happened to the dragon?" I mustered my primmest tone. "He has a name, you know." Adrian pulled back and gave me a curious look. "I didn't know, actually. What'd you decide on?" "Hopper" When Adrian laughed, I added "Best rabbit ever. He'd be proud to know his name is being passed on." "Yes, I'm sure he would. Did you name the Mustang too?" "I think you mean the Ivashkinator." He stared at me in wonder. "I told you I loved you, right? "Yes," I assured him. "Many Times
Richelle MeadI eyed Dimitri, recalling a shadow in my periphery back in the ballroom. "You followed when I jumped in front of Lissa, didn't you? Who were you going for? Me or her?" He studied me for several long seconds. He could have lied. He could have given the easy answer by saying he'd intended to push both of us out of the way-if that was even possible, which I didn't recall. But Dimitri didn't lie. "I don't know, Roza. I don't know.
Richelle MeadYou have to protect her. The more she uses it, the worse it'll get. Stop her, Rose. Stop her before they notice, before they notice and take her away too. Get her out of here." [...] "Don't let her use the power!. . .Save her. Save her from herself!
Richelle MeadIโm not a violent person, Sydney. Not at all. Iโll make love over war any day. But I swear, if theyโd hurt youโโ โThey didnโt,โ I said firmly. I refused to let him know how scared Iโd been because I was afraid he might go after them. โIโm fine. You came to the rescue.โ A smile played at his lips. โSomething tells me you wouldโve rescued yourself.โ And like that, the smile vanished. โBut spirit wouldโve been a lot more effective than a branch.โ โYour treejitsu was very effective.
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