We're going on a, um, windmill tour later this week." If I'd wanted to shut them all up, I'd definitely succeeded. They all looked stunned. Adrian spoke first. "I'm going to assume that means he's flying you to Amsterdam on his private jet. If so, I'd like to come along. But not for the windmills.
Richelle MeadDad told Uncle Seth not to screw things up,โ she informed me as we washed our hands. โHe said even if Uncle Seth is famous, him getting a woman like you defies belief.โ I laughed and smoothed down the skirt of my dress. โI donโt know about that. I donโt think your dad gives your uncle enough credit." Brandy gave me a sage look, worthy of someone much older. โUncle Seth spent last Valentineโs Day at a library.
Richelle Mead"Well, you've finally got a license to kill. It's about time." I turned and met the amused eyes of Christian Ozera, a onetime annoyance who'd become a good friend. So good, in fact, that in my joyous zeal, I reached out and hugged him - something he clearly didn't expect. I was surprising everyone today. "Whoa, whoa," he said backing up, flushing. "It figures. You're the only girl who'd get all emotional about the thought of killing. I don't even want to think about what goes on when you and Ivashkov are alone."
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