What's going on?" I sat down on the bed and finished the last of the scone. "Bad things," she said mischievously. "You'll approve.
Richelle MeadHow was it that Adrian Ivashkov, who never seemed to take anything seriously was the only one among these "responsible" people who paid attention to such small details? How was he the only one to really understand the magnitude of what I was feeling?
Richelle MeadCarter leaned toward me and brushed the hair away from the side of my face. "Don't look down then," he whispered.
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