Rose and Dimitri moved almost as one entity, like a matched pair of wolfes or lions, both wary and deadly as they studied their surroundings, taking no detail or person for granted.
Richelle MeadSince when do we even play games?โ โSince when donโt we play games? Games of life, games of death. Games of love, of hope, of chance, of despair, and of all the myriad wonders in between.โ I rolled my eyes at the newcomer. โHello, Carter.
Richelle MeadYet, it had been Dimitriโs gentleness and thoughtfulness mixed with that deadliness that made him so wonderful. The same hands that wielded stakes with such precision would carefully brush the hair out of my face. The eyes that could astutely spot any danger in the area would regard me wonderingly and worshipfully, like I was the most beautiful and amazing woman in the world.
Richelle Mead