Ooh. Top secret angel business, huh? Whatโre you going to do? Dance on a pinhead? Lobby for National Cute Puppy Day?
Richelle MeadKnowing Lissa missed me hurt almost more than if she'd completely written me off. I'd never wanted to hurt her. Even when I'd resented her for feeling like she was controlling my life, I'd never hated her. I loved her like a sister and couldn't stand the thought of her suffering now on my behalf. How had things gotten so screwed up between us?
Richelle MeadIs Adrian here?โ โWho?โ โAdrian. Tall. Brown hair. Green eyes.โ She frowned. โDo you mean Jet?โ โI โฆ Iโm not sure. Does he smoke like a chimney?โ The girl nodded sagely. โYup. You must mean Jet.
Richelle MeadWhen he finished, he drank from the cup. Everyone else did too, so I followed suit. And nearly choked to death. It was like fire in liquid form. It took every ounce of strength I had to swallow it and not spray it on those around me. "Wh...what is this?" I asked, coughing. Viktoria grinned. "Vodka." I peered at the glass. "No, it isn't. I've had vodka before." "Not Russian vodka." Apparently not.
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