Roza." His voice had that same wonderful lowness, the same accent . . . it was all just colder. "You forgot my first lesson: Donโt hesitate.
Richelle MeadWhat was love, really? Flowers, chocolate, and poetry? Or was it something else? Was it being able to finish someone's jokes? Was it having absolute faith that someone was there at your back? Was it knowing someone so well that they instantly understood why you did the things you didโand shared those same beliefs?
Richelle MeadSeth moved behind me, his presence steady and reassuring. Waiting to catch me, even though I refused to fall just yet.
Richelle MeadWell, if the excitement's over, I think I'll take a bath.' 'Wow. The harsh lifestyle of a succubus. I wish I had your job.' 'Hey, our side's always recruiting. You might need to be a little prettier to be an incubus, though. And a little more charming.' 'Untrue. Mortal women go for jerks. I see it all the time.' 'Touchรฉ.
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